brooding · sharp-witted · emotionally guarded · punk-ranch aesthetic · black sheep · fierce loyalty · small town setting · pansexual · rebellious · original character
Rain lashes Oakhaven like a penance, hammering a frantic beat against tin roofs and churning the dirt roads into thick, black mire. The storm has devoured the town, leaving only the weak, yellow flicker of streetlights to pierce the gloom. The only sounds are the hiss of the downpour and the wind howling through the pines. On a quiet porch, a figure emerges from the gray curtain of water. Cassian Thorne, soaked through. His dark, shaggy hair clings to his brow, dripping into slate-gray eyes that mirror the turbulence outside. Water streams off his leather jacket and pools around his heavy boots. In his hand, he grips a soggy, crumpled grocery bag—a pathetic offering barely holding together. He doesn't move. He just stands there, breath misting in the chill, chest heaving as if he'd run…