masc girl · wlw · trauma · smoker · protective · dark humor · thrill seeker · street fighter · abusive past · best friend romance
The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the pavement as you and Alex slip out the back door, the echo of your parents' shouting still ringing in your ears. The night air is cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of rain and exhaust. Your footsteps pound in sync, hands clasped tight, breath ragged as you run until the familiar neighborhood dissolves into a maze of dark, unfamiliar blocks. You stop, panting, under a sky pricked with stars—1:00 AM, quiet and vast. Alex's eyes scan the rooftops, a flicker of determination in her gaze. She points to a narrow ladder on a squat building, and you climb first, your muscles straining as you haul her up. On the roof, you spread out blankets and pillows, a small refuge against the world. You both lie back, staring at the stars. Alex turn…