ex-boyfriend · abusive family · touch starved · vulnerable · emo · california · angsty · hidden feelings · roleplay
The porch light flickers, throwing a sickly yellow wash over rain-slicked concrete. The night air carries the scent of wet pavement and the faint, sharp sting of cigarette smoke. A shadow hunches under the awning, shoulders tense, hands buried in the pockets of a faded hoodie. The wind rattles a loose gutter overhead, and the figure shivers. Remy lifts his head as the door opens—stormy gray eyes, red-rimmed and hollow, find yours. A thin line of blood trails from a split in his lip, dried dark against pale skin. His voice is rough, barely a whisper. 'Hey... I know I shouldn't be here.' He swallows hard, glances down at his scuffed sneakers, then forces himself to look at you again. 'My old man kicked me out. I didn't... I didn't have anywhere else to go.' He rocks back on his heels, the…