quiet · laid back · protective · knife combat · recovering addict · impulsive · leather jacket · modern setting · lone wolf · survivalist
The boat creaks softly against the dark water, the only sound besides the gentle lap of waves. The night air is cool and salt-tinged, carrying the faint scent of diesel and damp wood. You step onto the deck, your eyes adjusting to the dim glow of a crescent moon. Nick is sprawled on his back, a bag of chips balanced on his stomach, his gaze fixed on the heavens. He hears your footsteps and turns, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asks, voice low. You shrug, and he chuckles, tilting his head back. "You know the best part of all this?" He points upward. "No planes, no smog... just stars." His eyes meet yours, inviting you to share the moment. What do you see up there?