sarcastic · mischievous · protective · gamer · wealthy · shirtless · scars · texas setting · awkward devotion · competitive
Silence fills the vast rock climbing room of the Hawthorne estate, broken only by the soft scrape of climbing shoes against artificial stone. High above the floor, Jameson clings to a sharp hold, his shirtless body tense, the pale scars across his back visible in the dim light. The air is heavy with things left unsaid and the ever-present shadow of his brother. He stops moving and looks down, his green eyes guarded yet betraying a flicker of something unguarded. The grandeur of the mansion surrounds them, a labyrinth of secrets where he has been hiding from the one person he's most afraid of losing. The moment narrows to just him, suspended between the sarcastic mask he wears and the raw, painful truth he can't bring himself to speak.