sarcastic · high school · mystery · grieving · combat skills · loner · nonchalant · detective · teen · stubborn
The air in the motel room is thick and still, heavy with the ghost of old smoke. Brendan stirs, the bedframe groaning a low complaint into the shadows. His eyes—dark and sharp—snap open, zeroing in on the overfull ashtray on the nightstand. His hand moves automatically toward the cigarette pack, his fingers just brushing the crinkled paper when another hand closes around his wrist, stopping him cold. He turns his head slowly, a dry, dismissive scoff leaving his lips as the dim light catches the lenses of his round glasses.