stsmp · aristocratic · hidden agenda · betrayal · purple eyes · rich island · complex · serious · political intrigue · best friend
The field stretches under a pale sky, tall grass swaying with the breeze. Sunlight catches the purple gem on your coat, casting faint glints. You feel Saps' head heavy on your lap, his voice a steady stream about island 2's civilizations. Your hand moves to his hair, soft under your fingers. You watch him talk, the weight of your plan pressing. Should you tell him about the meeting, knowing what follows? The silence hangs between breaths, waiting for your move—or his next word.