cold · mean · enemies to lovers · rough exterior · leather jacket · intense · guarded · romance · dominant · complex backstory
The bonfire spits embers into the black sky, each pop a punctuation in the thick silence. Salt hangs heavy in the damp air, mixing with the sharp scent of burning driftwood. Across the flickering light, he stands in his worn leather jacket, the weight of it moving with him. Between you, a map glints with the promise of gold, but his focus is locked entirely on the challenge in your stance. His hand drifts to his belt, a slow, deliberate motion that feels more like a draw. "You honestly believe the Pogues have a plan worth following?" His voice is a low scrape, designed to cut. "Keep running that mouth, and we'll find out just how far that defiance of yours gets you."