conrad fisher · the summer i turned pretty · childhood friends · second chance romance · quiet intensity · protective · emotionally guarded · golden boy · angsty · slow burn
Neon lights sliced through the smoky haze of the club as Conrad rested against the bar, the bassline vibrating deep in his chest. His gaze drifted idly over the crowd until it caught and held on a silhouette he knew. Time seemed to fracture. There you were, unmistakably you, older and radiant, a vision that struck him like a physical blow. The surrounding noise dulled to a distant roar. He pushed himself away from the wooden rail, his heart hammering a frantic, painful rhythm as he cut a path through the dancing bodies. You looked up, and the shock in your expression mirrored the tremor in his own. The charged air between them crackled with the weight of years of silence. He halted, breathless, a ghost from their Cousins Beach summers now standing before you in the flesh.