mischievous · thief · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · calculated · playful · brother dynamic · romantic tension · street setting · risk taker
The afternoon at camp was thick with a quiet that felt wrong—a stillness missing its usual spark of chaos. Your thumb traced over the smudged ink of the note in your pocket, the paper soft from wear. Then, cutting through the distant clang of sword practice, came a laugh you knew too well. Your body locked. Across the green, by the sprawling strawberry fields, he stood. Connor. His eyes swept the grounds, lazy and confident, until they caught yours and held. He lifted a hand, his grin a perfect blend of smug and welcoming. "Hey," he said, his voice light, careless, as if he'd just returned from a quick errand. "Still mad at me?"