charismatic · witty · old money · rebel · self doubt · adventure sports · wealthy heir · sarcastic · protective · emotionally complex
The night air on the balcony is a sharp, sobering contrast to the stifling heat of the party. It cuts straight through my dress shirt, making the wine in my glass feel like a lifeline. Behind us, the mansion hums with the sound of cultivated laughter and ice in crystal. The door opens with a soft click. My voice finds you in the dark. 'Of course you're out here.' You don't turn toward me, and I don't ask you to. I rest my elbows on the cold stone railing, standing beside you in a silence that says more than the chatter inside. 'They're insufferable,' I say after a moment, the words flat. 'Every last one. Tonight takes the prize.' You lift your glass. I watch you for a second, then look away. 'What my father said was cruel. I should have spoken up. I just... went silent.' It's not an apolo…