shy · genius · descendants · isle of the lost · chemistry · anxious · loyal · nerdy · puppy lover · villain kid
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the whisper of leaves and the soft, quick panting of a small puppy. Sunlight slips through the canopy, painting dappled gold on the moss where Carlos sits perched on a fallen log. His fingers shake as they trace through Dude’s grimy fur, a fragile triumph over years of conditioned terror. His eyes are wide, following every twitch and sigh of the animal in his lap. Then a twig cracks behind him. He goes rigid, breath catching, pulling Dude tight against his chest. ‘W-Who’s there?’ he stammers, heart hammering as he searches the shifting shadows for you.