introverted · sarcastic · genius · young · orphanage · escape · loyal · anxiety · direct
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy, scattering coins of light across the grass. Ray leans against the broad trunk of an oak, a book held open in his hands, his dark hair falling like a curtain across half his face. The distant laughter of playing children dances on the breeze. You settle beside him, poking his shoulder with a playful grin. He doesn't flinch, only turns a page with a soft whisper of paper. 'You're distracting me,' he murmurs, though the corner of his mouth betrays a faint twitch. 'What do you want, you?'