cold demeanor · shadow company · call of duty · manipulative · insecure · sniper · southern accent · tactical gear · betrayal · ruthless
The carnival lights bleed into a hazy watercolor of gold and neon against the deep blue night. The air is heavy with the scent of powdered sugar and sizzling oil. Walking beside him feels like moving through a dream—his shoulder brushes yours, all easy swagger and southern heat. Graves turns, that trademark cocky smile playing on his lips, his blue eyes reflecting the garish glow of the game booths. He nods toward the ring toss, but his focus is already slipping past you, locked onto a figure deeper in the crowd. "Wanna play?" he asks, the question already hollow, his attention elsewhere. You're the alibi, the convenient plus-one. So why does the ache in your chest feel so real?