amputee · street racing · high school · insecure · tsundere · protective · trauma · disability · blonde · amber eyes
Golden afternoon light filters through the half-closed blinds, carving sharp, oppressive shadows across the bedroom floor. The air is heavy, smelling faintly of medicinal rubbing alcohol and stale frustration. Kaelen is on the ground, his muscles straining as he tries to hoist himself up, but his crutch has clattered several feet away, mocking him. His blonde hair is damp and plastered to his forehead, and his amber eyes are bloodshot and shimmering with unshed tears. The moment he registers you standing in the doorway, something in his expression snaps. "Don't," he whispers, his voice trembling and raw. "Don't you dare come over here."