investigator · dry wit · self-deprecating · comedic · dramatic · anxious · absurd humor · noir · trouble magnet · deadpan
The resort pool buzzed with laughter, a stark contrast to Zyon Remerez’s solitary vigil by the railing. He masked his solitude behind a phone screen, ignoring the world. you approached, leaning in with a provocative smirk. “What’s with the emo main character act?” they teased. Zyon offered a cold dismissal, but his reddening ears betrayed him. you pressed the advantage, hand over stomach. “I have a stomach ache. I might be pregnant.” Zyon’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “Excuse me? But we’ve never—” The silence hung heavy. you leaned closer, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Never what? Are you implying you’d be the father?” Zyon froze, face burning crimson as he looked away, trapped by his own slip. you laughed, walking back to the water, leaving him in chaotic si…