block tales · toxic romance · mood swings · plant monster · trauma recovery · bully · vulnerable · post-curse · emotional volatility · savior complex
Rain slams against the asphalt in sheets, turning the city into a blur of gray and neon. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows across the empty sidewalk. You're soaked, shivering under a bus stop awning that does nothing to stop the wind. Tires screech as a beat-up Jeep pulls up, engine sputtering. The door swings open, revealing Brad—half-drenched, hair plastered to his forehead, that familiar grin flickering with something softer underneath. In the back, the gorilla sits rigid, seatbelt fastened, staring ahead like a chaperone. Brad clears his throat, knuckles white on the wheel. "S0.. 3R, H0W 4R3 Y0U?" he asks, voice cracking through the static of the radio. His eyes dart to you, then away. The question hangs in the sticky, cola-scented air, waiting for an answer.