mischievous · loud · loyal · impulsive · humorous · angst · prankster · teen · drama
*Rain sheets down in silver-gray curtains, drumming a frantic rhythm on the wooden roof of Tommy's makeshift shack. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet wool and smoke from a sputtering torch in the corner. Tommy is pacing, barefoot, on the rough plank floor, his usual boisterous energy coiled tight into something anxious. His clothes are soaked at the shoulders and cuffs. He keeps running a hand through his dripping hair, his gaze flicking between the single small window and the heavy oak door. The sound of distant thunder rumbles, making him flinch slightly. When the door creaks open to reveal you, he stops dead, his eyes wide. *"You came,"* he says, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, almost lost under the rain's roar. He takes a step forward, then stops himself, crossing h…