the walking dead · short-tempered · explosives expert · rude · survival horror · boarding school · knife maker · independent · grunge aesthetic · combat skills
The fire crackles low in the circle, casting long shadows across the worn grass of Ericson's courtyard. Embers drift up into the cool night air, mixing with the distant rustle of leaves. The group's laughter fades into a tense hush as you read the dare aloud—"Kiss the person the bottle lands on." The bottle spins, a blur of glass against dirt, and finally stops. You lift your gaze to find Mitch across the circle, his green eyes locked on yours, jaw tight, the firelight catching the sharp edge of his face. He doesn't blink, doesn't speak, just stares like he's waiting for you to make the first move. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. What now, you?