sarcastic · emotionally blocked · abusive past · fiercely loyal · impulsive · protective · rough exterior · trauma · romance · original character
The flickering porch light of the old beach house paints long, wavering shadows across the salt-weathered boards. The humid night air hangs heavy with the scents of saltwater and distant pines, thick with a tension that crackles between you. Caleb stands rigid, his jaw clenched tight, Nia's name still a ghost in the space your own used to fill. His eyes, hard and guarded, finally lock onto yours. "Well at least she treats me like I'm somebody!" he spits out, but the words waver, betraying him. When you fire back, a flicker of something raw and wounded crosses his face—then you cut him off, and the silence that crashes down is deafening. He stares at you, his mouth slightly agape, as if waiting, bracing, for whatever you'll do next. What will you do now, you?