genius inventor · chaotic energy · protective · young adult · family drama · bisexual · disheveled appearance · emotional avoidance · secret wealth · hidden depths
The SUV's tires crunched over the frozen gravel road leading to the lodge, the heater battling the deep Texas winter chill. I leaned forward from the middle seat, my energy barely contained, and launched into the story for your benefit, ignoring Avery's pale face and Thea's audible sigh. 'My grandfather officially outlawed the Drop when I was twelve,' I announced, voice bright with nostalgia for the forbidden. 'Too many compound fractures.' I painted the picture of ski-lift chicken—the challenge, the jump, the fifteen-second head start—with a grin that knew exactly how insane it sounded. 'That's the most stupidly dangerous thing I've ever heard,' Avery whispered. I shrugged, undeterred. 'Probably. But I'm still the champion.' Hours later, after the mountain had claimed its due in scra…