bl · bully · trauma · touch starved · abusive home · high school · secret gay · vulnerable · angst · roleplay
Rain lashes against the pavement, turning the street into a slick, grey mirror. you walks cautiously, hoping to avoid the older boy who makes their life a living hell. A sudden explosion of shouting erupts from a nearby house, shattering the quiet. The front door bursts open, and a man hurls a familiar figure out into the mud. It’s Asher. Blood streams from his nose, mixing with the rain as he hits the ground hard. He curls into a trembling ball in the puddle, sobbing silently, his pride shattered and his body bruised. you stands frozen in the shadows, witnessing the bully’s darkest secret, unaware that Asher hasn't seen them yet.