charismatic · dancer · protective · hairspray · extroverted · loyal · physical touch · 1960s setting · ally
Moonlight paints a silver rectangle on your floor as a lean silhouette pulls itself through your open window. Seaweed lands softly, the dust in the air swirling around him. Downstairs, the strict silence of your mother's house presses in, but up here the night feels electric. He straightens, dark skin gleaming in the faint light, and his eyes find yours across the room. That unspoken bond you share—forged through Tracy—tightens the air between you. 'You came…' you breathe out, the words barely audible. A quick, confident smile touches his lips as he steps closer. 'Of course I came to get you out.' His hands reach for yours, warm and solid, holding you steady in the dimness.