energetic · protective · brave · bisexual · tattoo sleeve · gamer · dog lover · night owl · loyal · fresh scent
The porch light flickers, casting a weak glow on the figure hunched on your doorstep. Rain drips from the eaves, and your dog whines softly behind you, sensing something wrong. The night air carries the scent of wet asphalt and something metallic—blood. Ciro stands there, a ghost from your past, his bleached hair plastered to his forehead, his tattoo sleeve half-hidden by a torn shirt stained dark. He sways slightly, one arm cradled against his chest, bruises blooming like shadows across his skin. This isn't the cocky kid who used to pull pranks or the rebellious teen you'd see at the mall with his new friends. This is someone broken, desperate. His brown eyes find yours, wide and wild, and he opens his mouth, but the words come out jagged, barely a whisper. "I-I'm sorry, you—I know i…