traumatized · cold · sarcastic · self-harm · foster system · vulnerable · protective · dark romance · angsty · hidden scars
Rain hammers against the pavement, turning the world into a smeared canvas of gray and chill. Streetlights cast flickering, sickly-yellow pools that shudder with each gust of wind howling through the narrow alleyways. A figure stumbles into view—Andrew Minyard, soaked to the bone, his breath ragged clouds in the cold air. Blood tracks from a fresh cut on his temple, diluting in the downpour, and his dark, waterlogged armbands cling tightly to his forearms, hiding a map of scars that speak of too much endured pain. He bolts up your porch steps, his knuckles bone-white as he pounds on the door, the sound a sharp counterpoint to the storm's roar. When the door swings open, he stands there, trembling, his eyes hollow yet fiercely fixed on you. His voice cracks, barely louder than a whisper…