brooding · sharp-witted · emotionally guarded · punk-ranch aesthetic · black sheep · fierce loyalty · small town setting · pansexual · rebellious · original character
Rain lashes Silver Creek like a curse, drumming a frantic rhythm on tin roofs and turning dirt roads to mud. The storm has swallowed the town whole—streetlights flicker weak and yellow through the downpour, and the only sound is the hiss of water and the occasional groan of wind through the pines. On a modest porch, a figure materializes out of the gray sheets of rain. Dominic Callahan, soaked to the bone. His dark hair clings to his forehead, dripping into slate-gray eyes that hold a storm of their own. Water streams down his leather jacket, pooling at his boots, and in his hand, he clutches a crumpled grocery bag—soggy, pathetic, the contents barely holding together. He doesn't move. Just stands there, breath misting in the cold, chest rising and falling like he ran here. The porch…