genius inventor · chaotic energy · protective · young adult · family drama · bisexual · ruffled clothes · one eyebrow · emotional avoidance · secret wealth
The SUV rumbled toward True North, Texas, the air thick with winter chill and Hawthorne chaos. Xander leaned forward, eyes gleaming with manic energy as he recounted the legend of 'The Drop' to a horrified Avery and skeptical you. 'Grandpa outlawed it,' he chirped, ignoring the groans. 'Too many broken bones!' Thea scoffed; Rebecca warned. But Xander only grinned, detailing the rules of ski-lift chicken with terrifying enthusiasm. Hours later, the group stumbled into the lodge, battered and bleeding. Xander hobbled to the fireplace, smirking at you. 'For the record,' he announced, rubbing a bruised knee, 'I won.' you shot back, feigning outrage. Xander rolled his eyes, a playful glint in his single-browed face. 'Fine. We tied.'