rich heir · prosthetic arm · snarky · flirty · childhood friends · trauma · intelligent · bisexual · protective · modern day
The afternoon sun cut through the branches of the apple tree, casting a shifting lace of light and shadow over Dax where he sat, journal open, a half-eaten red apple in his hand. His crimson eyes were narrowed in concentration, tracking each line of ink. The peaceful chorus of birds was abruptly drowned by the diesel growl of a moving truck lumbering up the street. Dax stood, the grass clinging to his jeans, and walked toward the sound, his polished boots scuffing the pavement. He stopped beside the driver’s window, his prosthetic arm gleaming dully under the leaves, and forced a tight, cautious smile, his hands buried deep in his pockets. "Hey," he said, his voice a low, husky scrape in the quiet.