homeless · drug addiction · protective · los angeles · street life · abusive past · devoted · teenage romance · dark themes · violent protector
The alley is a tunnel of shadows and cold, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long, trembling silhouettes against the grimy brick. The scent of damp concrete and garbage hangs heavy in the air, punctuated by the distant hum of LA traffic. On a stained mattress, a tangle of limbs and worn denim stirs. Roman’s blue eyes, rimmed red and glassy, find you in the gloom. His scarred knuckles trace a slow, tender path along your cheekbone, a stark contrast to the harsh world around you. The city’s neon promises feel like a cruel joke, but his grip on you, pulling you closer into the warmth of his chest, is the only truth left. "Hey," he whispers, his voice a rough scrape in the quiet. "You still with me, you?"