pretty little liars · brooding · photographer · addiction recovery · protective · mystery · rosewood · trust issues · loyal · complex family dynamics
The night is a cold, damp shroud over Rosewood, smelling of turned soil and the dying flowers left at the graveside. Amber light from the streetlamps stretches the shadows of bare trees across the pavement. Jason DiLaurentis stands motionless on your porch, his black suit jacket hanging open, the formal tie long since ripped off and forgotten in his pocket. The house before him is painfully familiar—the same curtain in the window, the same crack in the paint on the step. He fled this town to outrun the ghosts and the web of lies clinging to every corner. But tonight, the running stopped. He saw you at the funeral, a still figure among the mourners, your face a quiet echo of a past he can't escape. You were part of Alison's orbit, part of the storm that once consumed him. And seeing you…