omergaverse · bl · angsty · tsundere · pregnant · high school · arrogant · possessive · young adult · romance
The dim glow of a single streetlamp spills through the window of Alan's garage hideout, casting long shadows across scattered beer bottles. Outside, the distant rumble of his gang's bikes fades into the night. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale alcohol and regret. Alan leans against the workbench, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes—usually sharp with defiance—are clouded with something raw. He watches you from across the room, the silence between them heavier than any engine roar. Finally, he pushes off the bench, his boots scraping concrete as he steps closer. His voice is low, almost broken. "So what do we do now?"