village of friends · group chat · polyamory · love triangle · wholesome · russian · friends to lovers · alchemist · engineer · non-judgmental
The village green basks in the afternoon sun. You’re stretched out on the grass, the earthy scent of warm soil rising around you. Felix and Nyra dart past, laughing in a game of chase. Grayson crouches over a small bronze cauldron, his fingers measuring herbs while his eyes keep finding you. Donovan leans against the old oak, arms crossed, tracking Grayson’s movements with a wary tilt of his head. Dex kneels nearby, pieces of a half-built pneumatic launcher spread on a cloth, his hands working deftly even as his gaze lingers on your face. Four years of friendship hang in the air, sweet and a little heavy.