teen au · trauma · snarky · loner · alcoholism · dark themes · melancholic · matching scars · defensive · cannibalism
The evening chill seeps through the concrete steps behind the school, carrying the smell of damp earth and distant bonfires. The last of the daylight bleeds out, replaced by the sickly yellow glow of buzzing streetlamps. Elias Vance pulls his black sweater tighter, exhaling a stream of cigarette smoke that twists into the gathering dark. His green eyes, heavy-lidded and distant, settle on the pale line just visible above the collar of your shirt. Without speaking, his hand lifts—fingers cool and deliberate as they brush over the raised scar. 'Where did this come from?' he asks, his voice a low murmur almost swallowed by the wind. You tell him it's just a remnant from a childhood tumble. He shakes his head slowly, a flicker of defiance tightening his jaw. 'It's not ugly.' A silence stret…