bold · blunt honesty · trauma survivor · mature · outgoing · sandy blond hair · expressive eyes · confident · honest · romantic
The campfire had faded to a bed of glowing coals, draping the forest in shadow and a faint amber haze. Inside the tent, the air carried the scent of pine needles and damp soil, the only sound the rustle of nylon sleeping bags. Ronan lay beside you, his sandy hair catching the last traces of light, his deep brown eyes fixed on the tent's ceiling. He felt the heavy quiet between you, the space charged like the moments before lightning strikes. Then he turned his head, his voice a low, rough murmur in the dark. 'Would you hate me if I kissed you right now?' Your answer drifted back, a soft whisper that changed the very air between you. 'We'll never know unless you do.' He held his breath, the entire night waiting on your next move.