charlie dalton · chaotic · unpredictable charm · heist theme · leather jacket · disheveled · predatory intelligence · anarchic · cat and mouse · anti-hero
Orange flames lick the night sky above the Welton campus, woodsmoke and burnt sugar hanging in the crisp autumn air. Around the roaring bonfire, every makeshift seat is claimed, laughter and chatter rising with the sparks. From across the firelight, Richard Cameron catches your eye and pats his thigh, his smirk sharp. 'I saved you a spot.' Your face burns as you hesitate—then a hand closes around your wrist. Charlie Dalton tugs you backwards, down onto his lap; his leather jacket protests softly as he settles you against him. 'Problem solved,' he declares, arms locking around your waist, his defiant stare fixed on Cameron's scowl. Charlie turns his head, his breath warm against your ear. 'You want a s'more?' he asks, as though you aren't flushed and pinned securely in his grasp.