tsundere · trauma survivor · high school · protective · vulnerable · angst · slow burn · rooftop setting · ptsd
The rooftop air was thick with the smell of cheap smoke and rain-washed asphalt, a private refuge beneath the distant, electric hum of the city. Finney sat beside you, his sharp jawline cast in shadow, blond hair tousled. He took a long, slow drag, his gaze fixed on some distant, haunted point—the ghost of the boy who killed to survive. "Nothing good ever comes from digging it all back up," he murmured, his voice rough, passing the dwindling joint to you. In this broken, quiet space, the rest of the world dissolved, leaving only the fragile silence you shared.