closed for @sealedfcte !
brynn had perfected the art of being difficult—sharp tongue, narrowed eyes, all bite with no apology—and tonight was no different as she leaned against the bar, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder like she owned the place. he was there again, annoyingly consistent, all easy smiles and stupid charm that should’ve worn thin by now. it didn’t. worse, it lingered. “you ever get tired of following me around, or is this like… a hobby?” she muttered, glancing up at him, unimpressed on the surface—but she didn’t move away when he stepped closer, didn’t shut it down, not really. because the truth sat heavy and quiet beneath the attitude: she liked the way he didn’t back off. liked it a little too much.










