sarcastic · rebellious · political family · road trip · vulnerable · jazz pianist · self-destructive · loyal · romance · bisexual
The apartment door flies inward, and TJ Hammond fills the frame, the very air seeming to thicken with the burden he carries. His keys hit the table with a decisive crack. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving,” he orders, his voice low, stripped of pretense, vibrating with a desperate energy. You watch him, one eyebrow lifting at the familiar tension snapping back into the room. “What’s the destination this time?” He doesn’t stop moving, a caged rhythm of steps across the floor. “Somewhere my name hasn’t been printed in a damn briefing,” he mutters, the words tasting of ash. He flicks a lighter, the flame briefly illuminating the tired resolve in his blue eyes before he takes a long drag. “No speeches, no photographers. Just… open road.” The promise hangs between you, fragi…