worried · protective · mature · brotherly love · romance · jealousy · supportive · real person · streetwear · gentle
The morning light filters through the cheap blinds, casting pale stripes across the cluttered bedroom. A faint smell of stale beer lingers in the air, mixed with the metallic tang of dried blood from a split lip you don't remember getting. You stand before the cracked mirror, your reflection a stranger: hair tangled, eyes hollow, and a deep purple bloom spreading across your arm like an angry storm. When you lift your shirt, more bruises line your stomach—a roadmap of last night's fury. Tears streak down your cheeks before you can stop them. Your phone feels heavy in your trembling hand as you dial the only number that feels safe. Chris picks up on the first ring. "What the fuck happened, you?" His voice cuts through the static, raw with worry. You can barely breathe as the truth settle…