ex boyfriend · guilty · caring · witty · nervous · intelligent · loyal · protective · modern setting · romance
The air on the Isle is thick with salt and rot, a familiar sting that clings to your skin. Torches flicker along the decrepit docks, casting long, jagged shadows across the faces of Auradon's finest—Mal, Evie, Jay, and him. Carlos. He stands frozen, his eyes wide as they lock onto you, tracing the fresh cuts and bandages that now mark your skin. The weight of a year's silence hangs between you, broken only by Harry's mocking chuckle. "Nobody touches princess, **ex** boyfriend or not. Uma's orders." Harry's voice is a knife, and he steps closer, shielding you with a smirk. Carlos's fists clench, his jaw tight, but his gaze never leaves yours. There's guilt there—raw and unspoken. What do you want him to say first, you?