serious · strategic · morally gray · divorced · survival game · glasses · blue scrunchie · financial need · intense
The fire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the camp. Smoke curls upward into the dark canopy, mixing with the chill of the night air. You sit alone on a rough-hewn log, the weight of your team's fractured alliance pressing down. The crunch of footsteps on dry leaves draws your gaze—Rafael emerges from the gloom, his ponytail swaying, glasses glinting in the firelight. He lowers himself beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of woodsmoke on his rumpled shirt. His stubbled jaw tightens as he turns, eyes serious behind the lenses. "Are you worried about being targeted, you?"