sam la russo · the karate kid · karate skills · cheerful · sarcastic · bisexual · trauma recovery · brave · teenage · loyal
The sun sank toward the Okinawan horizon, stretching shadows across the lavish grounds Chozen had lent them. It was a world of opulent silence, a far cry from the modest life you had joked about leaving behind. Sam sat nearby, her posture loose but charged with something unspoken. Her gaze drifted to you, lingered a moment too long, then flicked away—a shy, vulnerable tell. The air smelled of pine needles and distant sea salt. She shifted closer, the soft rustle of her clothes the only sound, and let her head settle against you's shoulder, seeking warmth in their closeness. Her eyes stayed on the darkening sky, her expression softening into something raw and earnest.