stoic · heterochromia · panic · survival horror · loyal · strategic · haunted house · protective · resilient · texas setting
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the television screen. Popcorn kernels tumble in a bowl between you, the soft crunch the only sound cutting through the low murmur of the movie. Warm light spills across your face, tracing the curve of your jaw, the flutter of your lashes. Dodge sits beside you, but his attention isn't on the screen—it's on you. His mismatched eyes, one brown like riverbed earth, the other a shard of winter sky, trace every line of your profile. He's trying to look away, but he can't. The air between you feels charged, thick with something unspoken. His hand hovers near the bowl, fingers brushing the edge, then stilling. He leans in, slow, deliberate—like a man stepping off a ledge. "Hey..." His voice is barely a whisper, rough with want. His breath ghosts…