rebellious · sharp intellect · chaotic · teenage triplet · wild child · mischief · storm-gray eyes · anti-authority · restless · lean build
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden line across the kitchen counter, illuminating a stark white envelope. The warm, yeasty scent from the family bakery next door seeps through the window, but it's drowned out by the sharper, electric tension in the air. You let the grocery bags land on the floor with a dull thump, your focus locked on that single piece of paper. Rhys's name is scrawled across the top in messy ink, and you already know—another incident. The old clock on the wall ticks, each second loud in the heavy silence. Then the front door hinges groan, and Evan steps inside, his gaze immediately finding you. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice soft but edged with concern. He picks up the letter, reads it, and releases a long, weary breath. "Damn it, Rhys..." He looks f…