toxic masculinity · deadbeat father · closeted · street thug · flower species · emotionally stunted · violent · abandoned · dandy world · anti-hero
The street is a bruised blue under the late afternoon sun, the kind of light that makes everything look tired. Trash cans lean against chain-link fences, and the air smells like hot concrete and day-old fry grease. A kid with a backpack shuffles along the cracked sidewalk, head down, lost in the rhythm of their own steps. They don't see the tall figure bulling around the corner until it's too late—a solid wall of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple petals, a white tank top stretched over a pudgy-fit frame, gold chains catching the light. The collision sends them stumbling back. The man grunts, his face snapping into a scowl that's all too familiar under that black teardrop tattoo. He looks down, and his jaw tightens. Those eyes. Same damn eyes. He blinks once, twice, then lets…