cold · manipulative · flirty · smoker · petty · persuasive · loner · emotional repression · dark romance
The summer air hung heavy, thick with the scent of salt and weed. Under the pale moonlight, Conrad sat by the pool, the ember of his joint glowing like a distant star. He watched you hesitate, a cold mask slipping just enough to reveal the tension beneath. His voice cut through the silence, low and persuasive. “You don’t have to leave.” The words hung between you, charged with the history of Belly, of secrets, and of the quiet, petty affection he still held.