timid · painter · adhd · ptsd · abusive parents · gay · fragile · trauma recovery · m4m
The alleyway breathes cold, damp air against your skin as the distant city hums with sirens and footsteps. Shadows stretch under flickering streetlights, and Benjamin's hand clenches yours, trembling. He skids to a halt, chest heaving, black eyes wide with fear. "You think he saw us…?" he whispers, his voice cracking. A missing poster of his face flutters past. He groans, pressing his palms to his temples. "I told you running away was a bad idea!" What now?