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Jealous are you? - Aonung

Aonung had always been the untouchable one. The son of the Olo'eyktan, the arrogant heir, the one everyone either feared or worshipped. But me? I couldn't care less. His title meant nothing to me, and if he thought I was going to bow to him like everyone else, he had another thing coming.

I had been the only female in the village who never hesitated to call him out on his bullshit. And, Eywa, did he give me plenty of reasons to.

One afternoon, he and his friends were gathered by the shoreline, boasting about their latest hunt. I rolled my eyes as I passed them, but of course, Aonung just had to single me out.

"Jealous, are you?" he smirked.

I scoffed. "Of what? Your oversized ego?"

His friends howled with laughter, but Aonung just grinned. He had that glint in his eye—the one he always got when I talked back.

"You wound me, yawntu."

"Good," I said sweetly, before turning on my heel and leaving him behind. I didn't need to look back to know he was still watching me.

Another time, he had been showing off, wrestling one of the warriors near the docks. His muscles flexed, his confidence radiated, and every other girl in the village was practically drooling. I leaned against a nearby post, unimpressed.

When he finally won, he turned to me, smug.

"Enjoy the show?" he asked, voice dripping with arrogance.

I yawned dramatically. "Oh, were you doing something? I thought you were just flopping around like a wounded fish."

His grin faltered for just a second before he laughed, shaking his head. "You're trouble."

"And yet, you can't seem to stay away," I quipped, walking off before he could come up with a comeback.

I didn't know how much I affected him. The teasing, the banter—it was fun for me. I never realized that every sharp remark, every roll of my eyes, made his heart pound faster, made something deep in him burn hotter.

To his friends, I was strictly off-limits. He had made that very clear. But I didn't know that.

So when I sat with Tsireya on the beach one evening, I let my insecurities slip.

"No one talks to me," I muttered, running my fingers through the sand. "It's like I'm cursed or something."

Tsireya looked at me like I was insane. "You're not cursed."

"Then what is it?" I huffed. "Am I ugly? Weird?"

She burst out laughing. "Oh Eywa, no! The boys are scared of you."

I blinked. "What?"

"They're scared of my stupid brother," she admitted with a smirk. "He told them all you're his."

I felt my heart stop. Then, surprisingly, it soared.

I wasn't mad. Not even a little bit. But that didn't mean I was going to let him get away with it.

I shot up, marching towards where Aonung was standing with his friends. He must've seen the fire in my eyes because his smirk faltered.

"What did you do?" I demanded.

He glanced at his friends, clearly uncomfortable. "What are you talking about?"

"You told every guy in the village I was yours."

Aonung rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze. "I—uh—"

I stepped closer, forcing him to meet my eyes. "You afraid someone might actually try to talk to me?"

His jaw tightened. "They have no business trying."

I smirked. "So possessive, Aonung. I didn't know you cared."

His ears twitched slightly, his posture stiffening. "I don't."

I raised a brow. "Liar."

He huffed, but I wasn't done yet. I stepped even closer, invading his space. His breath hitched, his eyes flickering between my lips and my eyes.

"You act like I'm some prized possession you can claim," I whispered, trailing a finger down his chest. "But if I'm yours... what does that make you?"

He swallowed hard. "Y/N—"

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "Say it."

His hands gripped my waist, holding me in place. "I like you," he admitted, voice rough with restraint. "More than I should."

I smirked against his skin. "Then show me."

And Eywa, did he.

He crushed his lips against mine, his grip tightening like he was afraid I'd slip away. I melted into him, letting his warmth consume me. His hands roamed my sides, fingers pressing into my skin like he was trying to memorize every inch of me.

He pulled away just enough to whisper, "You drive me insane."

I grinned. "Good."

His lips found mine again, more desperate this time. And as the waves crashed against the shore, I knew I had won.

Or maybe, we both had.