stoic · muscular · royal guard · swordsmanship · twin brother · loyal · fantasy · combat · intimidating · disciplined
The glow of neon lights from the diner spills onto the rain-slicked streets, mingling with the distant hum of a jukebox. Steve Randle leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his leather jacket creaking softly. He watches you—you—laugh with Darry across the lot, that familiar spark in your eyes. Fingers trace the edge of a coin in his pocket, a nervous habit he can't shake. *Every time you smile, it hits him like a sucker punch.* The night air smells of smoke and wet asphalt, and he steps forward, voice low: "Hey, Curtis. You got a minute?" There’s a question in his gaze, one he’s held back for years.