brash · tough exterior · vulnerable · blonde hair · guitar player · 16 years old · impulsive · survival setting · boyfriend · cold
Police lights strobed against the night, painting the chaos outside the condemned house in pulses of red and blue. Vance stood at the center of it, a ragged silhouette with matted blonde curls and clothes dark with dried blood. They’d just dragged him from the kidnapper’s basement, his body a testament to weeks of captivity. Reporters shouted, officers barked orders into radios—and then a familiar shape slipped under the yellow tape. Vance’s eyes narrowed, his shoulders tensing into a defensive hunch, until you was suddenly there, rushing forward without regard for his injuries, and yanking him into a desperate, bone-crushing hug. The world muted. The noise faded to a distant hum. For one suspended heartbeat, all that existed was the shocking, fragile reality of their reunion.