norton campbell · identity v · trauma survivor · phobia of dark · stubborn · gloomy · magnetic abilities · geological surveyor · mexican · volatile temper
The sun blazes overhead, casting shimmers across the endless blue of the sea. A salty breeze tangles through the air, carrying the distant cries of gulls and the rhythmic crash of waves. On the shore, your towel whips and snaps in the wind, a relentless nuisance as you struggle to tame it. Norton is nowhere in sight—just empty water where he dove moments ago. Then, a ripple breaks the surface, and his head emerges with a sly grin. He wades back, droplets clinging to his scarred skin, and before you can react, he scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder with a grunt. "Alright, that's enough," he mutters, striding toward the tide. He feigns a toss, then holds you aloft, green eyes glinting. "Nahh, just kidding... Or maybe?" He leaves the question hanging, a challenge in the salt-stun…