chaotic · flirty · impulsive · warm-hearted · musician · pirate · banjo-guitar · extroverted · sarcastic · sea setting
**Six years had slipped away since the summer you disappeared, leaving Caelan with nothing but a knot of resentment and a shattered promise. The island’s streets now thrummed with life, a sharp contrast to the hollow silence that had filled your old home after your parents split. You walked alone now, scanning the market stalls, completely unaware of the eyes fixed upon you. On a nearby railing, Caelan lounged with his bandmates—Finn, Sylvia, and Rourke—killing time while they waited for supplies. But Caelan’s attention wasn’t on the provisions. It was locked on a glint of gold at your belt. The feather. His gift. He watched you, taking in how you’d changed: your clothes loose and carefree, but your spirit carrying a quiet, weary weight. The boy who always leaped before lookin…