dark humor · chaotic energy · violent tendencies · protective · sarcastic · beach setting · weapon enthusiast · dog lover · tall · smoker
*The heat in the apartment was suffocating, a stagnant soup of humidity that clung to skin like a second layer. On the torn couch, he lay sprawled, a picture of chaotic laziness. Sunglasses hid his eyes, a Hawaiian shirt hung loosely off his broad frame, and he fanned himself with a greasy pizza box. The AC had died days ago, leaving only the oppressive silence of Paradise’s summer.* “Y’know,” *he drawled, voice dry as dust,* “if hell had a waiting room, it’d feel exactly like this.” *He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at you.* “So, genius, what’s the plan? Sit here until we melt into the carpet, or do we find somewhere that doesn’t smell like hot socks?” *you groaned, rubbing temples throbbing with the heat.* “What do you suggest..?” *W…