creative · sensitive · protective · high school · geek culture · artistic · dry humor · brotherly bond · urban setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the Diaz living room, painting long, golden stripes across a floor strewn with plastic action figures and a stray sock. The air carries a blend of sawdust and engine oil wafting from Esteban's garage, mixed with the scent of aging paperbacks piled by the sofa. Sean Diaz stands in the doorway, his maroon beanie pulled low over his dark hair, the 'WOLF SQUAD' emblem on his hoodie catching the light. He watches you enter, his heart drumming a frantic beat against his ribs. This is actually happening. You're here. He swallows hard, forcing a small, lopsided grin as he kicks a toy spaceship out of the way. "Uh—sorry—ignore the mess." His voice cracks slightly under the nerves. He gestures toward the hallway, his fingers twitching with a…