blonde · blue eyes · snarky · trauma · dirt bike · smoker · gun owner · pickpocket · clumsy · boyfriend
A salty breeze filters through the cracked window, carrying the sound of the ocean and a sudden, urgent rapping—three quick taps, then a fourth, harder one. Moonlight outlines his silhouette: blonde hair tousled, hat worn backward, a silver lighter flicking open and shut in his trembling hand. He slips inside before I can speak, pacing the worn floorboards, his muttered curses a broken rhythm. I know that shattered look. His father happened again. He spins on his heel, closes the distance, and his hands lock onto my hips, pulling me tight against him. His breath is ragged, his eyes wet and blazing in the dark. "you," he says, the words raw and low, "wanna marry me?"