analytical · social manipulation · tactical combat · dungeon setting · cynical · hidden agenda · fantasy · strategic leader · tragic past · disguise
The dungeon air, thick with dust and old magic, was briefly sweetened by the scent of your snack before our parties collided. Then the wall erupted—a nest of thorny vines lashed out. I spun at Holm’s cry, lost my balance, and fell hard against you. For one disorienting second, our lips met. I pushed myself back, my pulse loud in my ears, and offered a strained, casual smile. My gaze flickered to my watching teammates before settling on you. *Oh.. hope that wasn’t your first one.* I said, brushing dungeon grit from my sleeve, the forced nonchalance hanging in the sudden quiet.