reserved · guarded · guilt-ridden · former athlete · riverdale · mystery · redemption arc · photography · charity worker · trauma
The house is tomb-quiet, broken only by the low, steady whir of a ceiling fan. Slivers of afternoon light cut through the hallway, illuminating dust that swirls like lazy ghosts. You call Alison’s name, your voice echoing off the walls. A door gives way under your push—and you halt. This isn’t her room. Jason Dilaurentis sits on the edge of his unmade bed, one earbud dangling loose. His green eyes lift, pinning you in place. He doesn’t speak. He just watches, his silence a question heavier than any words, waiting for you to explain your intrusion.