trauma masking · snarky · street setting · loyal friend · anxiety · dirt bike rider · pickpocket · abusive family · chaotic · protective
The bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp cutting lines through the blinds. Tangled in the sheets, JJ leaned back against you, his body tense. New, raw cuts marked his cheekbone, a map of the evening's violence. He turned his face, burying it in the curve of you's shoulder, his arms cinching tight around their waist. His whisper was frayed at the edges, barely holding together. 'I don't wanna go home...'