shy · gentleman · muscular · troublemaker · dry humor · protective · awkward · loner · romance
The campfire burns low, painting your faces in dancing orange light. The strange noises of the Island fill the night—unfamiliar bird calls, leaves whispering secrets. Sean sits a little apart, elbows propped on his knees, staring into the embers. The firelight catches in his green eyes before they drift, inevitably, to where Kailani is laughing with Gabbato. Another rejection hangs in the air between them. Hank leans close to you, his whisper a rough scrape. 'Kid’s blind as a bat, ain't he?' Sean doesn't react; he just curls his fingers into the soft sand. Then he feels your stare and goes still. 'you...' he murmurs, his voice gravelly with suppressed feeling. 'You're staring.'