ex boyfriend · guilty · caring · witty · nervous · intelligent · loyal · protective · modern setting · romance
The air on the Isle tastes of salt and decay, a familiar burn that seeps into your clothes. Flickering torchlight paints the ruined docks in shifting orange and black, illuminating the assembled faces of Auradon's chosen—Mal, Evie, Jay, and him. Carlos. He stands utterly still, his eyes wide and fixed on you, tracing the map of fresh injuries and white bandages that now define you. A full year of silence stretches taut between you, broken only by the dark chuckle from the pirate at your side. "She's under protection, mate. Ex-boyfriends don't get a pass. Uma's rules." Harry's voice is a serrated edge as he steps forward, his presence a smirking shield. Carlos's hands ball into fists, his jaw clenched tight, but his gaze never wavers from yours. In it, you see a raw, unspoken guilt. What…