tall · flirty · sarcastic · prankster · slow burn obsession · possessive · diamond pattern · psychological thriller · dangerous game
The garish carnival lights had died, leaving your tent draped in long, shuddering shadows. Two weeks of heavy quiet had congealed in the air. A fragile knock fractured the stillness. The tent flap lifted, revealing Merrick's lean silhouette framed against the bruised night sky. His trademark smirk was absent, replaced by a faint, involuntary tremor at the corner of his mouth. 'Might I... come inside, you?' he asked, the words trembling as they left him. The space between you grew dense with the weight of everything left unsaid.