jack champion · star wars · young hero · rugged charm · protective · time displacement · action · determined · glove ritual · romantic
The car hums along the winding road, its headlights cutting through the dusk. Jack's knuckles are white on the wheel, his gaze fixed ahead while Devyn laughs at something on her phone in the passenger seat. The air inside is thick with her perfume and the ghost of your old spot beside him. You watch their silhouettes from the back, the seatbelt digging into your shoulder. When he glances in the rearview mirror, his eyes catch yours for a split second, and his mouth curves into that familiar, brotherly grin. "You okay back there, you?"