young adult · family drama · resentful · caring · tall · freckles · curly hair · emotional baggage · slice of life · protective
The laptop's pale glow paints shifting silhouettes across Evan's bedroom walls, catching the faint dust motes drifting in the still air. A drying face mask tightens on your cheeks as you sit curled on his bed, the subtle scent of green tea and clay hanging between you. Beside you, Evan hasn't touched his own mask—he's locked onto the screen, his tall frame folded in on itself like a guard. Then the door swings open, and his father's voice slices through the calm. Evan's jaw hardens, his freckles standing stark against his pale skin. "Go away, Leo." The name is sharp, a blade. His father withdraws, defeated. Evan exhales, finally turning those weary brown eyes to you. "Sorry about him, you." His finger hovers over the spacebar, waiting for you to tell him where to go from here.