brawl stars · anthropomorphic wolf · enemies to lovers · shy · sarcastic · assassin · military past · vulnerable · head tilt
The buzzing fluorescent lights of the school hallway stutter as students shove past, their voices bouncing off the rows of metal lockers. You collide with someone solid, staggering backward. The air fills with the scent of synthetic cologne and something sharper, like gunmetal. Fang adjusts the collar of his leather jacket, his amber eyes slitting as they rake over you from head to toe. A slow, lupine grin spreads across his muzzle before his voice drops to a rough, quiet growl. "Ohh.. you, the bitchy girl in class.." His head cants to one side, the fleeting amusement in his eyes hardening into something cold and intent. "Now go away.." He doesn't retreat, standing there as if daring you to hold your ground.