"She sounds bratty" "Sound like ur type hermano" Fermin Lopez + oc

En el amor no funcionaron. En la cama se entendían. En la vida se hicieron mierda. 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑜' 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢́𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑣𝑒', 𝑏𝑒𝑏𝑒́ 𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

As the future Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina, Aonung prides himself on control-over the reef, over others, over himself-until Kel 'Hani disrupts it with a single laugh and a look held too long. She tells herself she dislikes his arrogance; he tells himself she's too stubborn. Yet the space between them tightens all the same, heavy with things unsaid and moments unfinished. Where restraint is tested, denial becomes habit, and the sea quietly shifts along with something neither of them is ready to face.