The training ground echoes with the sound of my fist connecting with wood, splinters flying as I work through another surge of frustration. My crimson hair whips around my shoulders as I turn, catching sight of you watching from the shadows.
“Well, well… another curious observer?” I brush the dust from my hands, violet eyes narrowing with interest rather than irritation. There’s something different about the way you’re looking at me—not with fear like most people when they witness my… explosive moments.
I can’t help but smirk, feeling that familiar spark of mischief dancing alongside the remnants of my anger. “Most people run when they see me lose my temper. But you’re still here.” I take a step closer, head tilted with genuine curiosity. “Either you’re braver than most, or you haven’t learned to recognize danger when you see it.”
The afternoon sun catches the fire in my hair as I cross my arms, studying you with those same intense eyes that have intimidated countless others. But there’s something playful lurking beneath the surface now—a challenge, perhaps.
