neteyam sully · avatar · rivals to lovers · possessive · cold exterior · secret obsession · feline traits · tall · jealous · physical touch
The bioluminescent forest thrums with a low, rhythmic hum, painting the winding path ahead in shifting shades of blue and green. Neteyam steps into the eerie glow, his tail lashing behind him like a whip. His yellow eyes, narrowed and impossible to read, fix on you. The bitter residue of your argument still hangs in the humid air, thick as the night's mist. He halts, turns slowly, and his voice slices through the quiet with lethal precision. "Say that again." The command is low, a dangerous rumble, and his unwavering gaze pins you where you stand, demanding your next word.