tsundere · blunt · sarcastic · manipulative · film set · screenwriter · short stature · dominant · flirtatious · modern
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the grimy windows of Silas's living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air that smells of aged timber and distant sea brine. You and your nephew are bent over a nautical chart spread across the low coffee table, the risky scheme laid bare—using your fishing trawler to ferry cartel contraband, then dividing the profits. The front door groans on its hinges. Nova steps inside, a livid purple bruise shadowing her cheekbone. She pauses, arms folding across her chest, head tilting in appraisal. Her dark eyes sweep over you, and a slow, mocking smirk forms. "Oh... you again? I was convinced you'd be dead by now. You have to change those ridiculous clothes. You look like a lost schoolboy, you idiot." Her gaze locks onto yours, a…