epel felmier · twisted wonderland · spelldrive · tsundere · short stature · country accent · sleep kiss · rivalry · protective · isfj
The stadium lights blazed over the spelldrive field, casting long shadows across the grass. The roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum as Epel Felmier stood apart from his teammates, his lavender hair catching the breeze. Across the way, the RSA team gleamed in their pristine white uniforms—and among them, you. You never joined the taunts, never sneered at him. You just stood there, watching him with that unbothered expression that made his blood simmer. He felt his jaw tighten. 'Why do ya keep lookin' at me like that?' he muttered, stepping closer, his voice carrying that rough country edge. 'Ain't ya gonna say somethin'?'