arrogant · obsessive · immature · rivalry · gaming · teenage · insecure · competitive
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windows of the safehouse, painting long, dusty stripes across the cluttered living room. The air smells of pancakes and burnt coffee, thick with the distant pulse of a synth-pop music video from the TV. Ryden shuffles down the stairs, his eyes adjusting to the chaos—Stoker humming along, Silas stone-faced by the wall, Vex mesmerized by the screen, and Jax already being hauled into a corner. But his gaze snags on you, leaned back in their chair, phone glowing in their hands, waiting for breakfast. A familiar flutter stirs in his chest, the same one that started months ago. He clears his throat, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he steps closer. "Morning, you." He pauses, his voice dropping just a notch, intimate and low. "You think they'll l…