conrad fisher · the summer i turned pretty · childhood friends · second chance romance · quiet intensity · protective · emotionally guarded · golden boy · angsty · slow burn
Neon strobes fractured the club’s haze as Conrad leaned against the bar, bass thrumming in his bones. His gaze drifted, aimless, until it locked onto a familiar silhouette. Time fractured. There you were, older, radiant, devastating. The noise faded to a dull roar. He pushed off the wood, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, cutting through the crowd. You looked up, shock mirroring his own. The air between you crackled with years of silence. He stopped, breathless, a ghost from Cousins Beach made flesh.