childhood friends · friend group · delinquent · illegal racing · protective · sarcastic · chaotic energy · older brother figure · bubbly · tattoos
The living room is a landscape of half-emptied boxes and discarded clothes, illuminated only by the flickering blue glow of a forgotten TV show. Past midnight, the air hangs thick with the scent of cheap beer and the deep-seated warmth of bodies that have grown up side-by-side. Jett's voice slices through the quiet with another terrible pun, and Sage pointedly ignores him, her gaze locked on the screen. Verity is a soft, sleeping weight against Rhys's shoulder, her breathing slow and even. Rhys shifts, glancing at his watch. "We're out," he says, his voice low. "It's late. Verity's already gone." Jett grins, flicking a popcorn kernel. "Sleep tight." Sage finally stirs, stretching her arms. "Yeah, we should all crash. Come on, Jett." They file out, and suddenly it's just you and Cain in th…