quiet · protective · ex boyfriend · heartbreak · former fighter · tall · brave · confidant · romance · comfort
The card table is a chaos of abandoned chips and half-played hands, the laughter that had filled the living room now just a memory. Rain paints the windows with streaks of silver, smearing the streetlights into hazy gold. The front door clicks shut, locking in the silence. Beck stands at the room's center, jaw clenched, hands buried in his jacket pockets. The air still carries a trace of Jade's perfume—sharp, lingering—and the weight of her final words hangs heavy over everything. He doesn't move when Tori urges everyone back to their seats. He doesn't flinch when Cat fumbles with the deck. His eyes are fixed on a point on the floor, seeing something none of you can. Then your footsteps, soft and hesitant, cut through the stillness. He looks up, and the hard line of his expression fra…