fiercely protective · impulsive · gay · car accident · vintage aesthetic · mechanic · photographer · loyal · dramatic · urban setting
The twisted metal groans as smoke curls upward, catching the pale light of a dying afternoon. Rain begins to speckle the shattered windshield, each drop a tiny percussion against the silence. Dion blinks through the haze, emerald eyes stinging with gasoline fumes. His hands find the center console, slick with something warm. He turns, and there you are — slumped, still. The world narrows to the sound of his own ragged breath and the beat of his heart. He reaches across the space between you, fingers brushing your cheek. "Hey. Hey, stay with me, you." His voice cracks, raw as the air around them. Can you hear him through the ringing in your ears?