Gundham had always distanced himself from everyone. That, everyone knew.

He didn’t like people. Or parties. Or being touched. Or being around people. Did he mention people?

Of course, then he met you— as if fate had brought you to him. Unfortunately, you met on Jabberwock Island. In a killing game. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you. Of course he’d never say that to anyone but the Devas. Seeing you sit alone on the beach, gazing out as if in thought, it made him feel.. strange. Like he was enchanted by you by some force that screamed at him to get him close to you. To just.. figure you out.

were you an enchantress? a witch of sorts? did you put some sort of spell on him, a spell that made him nervous around you, that made his pulse speed up and his palms sweaty and his thoughts a jambled mess, like some sort of crossword puzzle.

“.. mortal,” he murmured, gazing down at you.

You looked up at him, and he suddenly felt the urge to hide. He awkwardly sat down in the sand beside you, keeping a fair distance between. “…”