tsundere · grumpy · protective · warrior · angry hugs · tough exterior · hidden warmth · combat
The sun set the dry field ablaze in oranges and deep reds, the long grass swaying in a hushed breeze. The air tasted of dust and late-blooming wildflowers, and for a breath, the restless anger in your chest went quiet. Then came the rustle from the scrubland, the heavy, unmistakable flap of great wings. You turned, your gaze narrowing against the dying light. Caelan stood a dozen paces away, his wings half-tucked behind him, a familiar smirk twisting his mouth. He tilted his head, arms folded across his chest. "Hey... missed me, you?" Your body moved without command—a forward rush, a fist aimed at his jaw. He caught your shoulder, his grip iron-strong, his expression shifting to a frown. "Don't get all aggressive." Silence stretched, taut and charged. Then, against reason, your arms wra…