bl · transgender · trauma · quiet · abusive home · emotional fragility · introverted · defensive · hidden scars · angsty
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the derelict park pavilion, laying stretched shadows over the fractured concrete. Outside, the muffled laughter of your group drifts from the trees, but inside, the atmosphere sits dense, loaded with something unspoken. Kieran perches on the edge of a splintered bench, his shoulders curled forward, hands buried in the pockets of his baggy hoodie despite the summer warmth. A loose strand of silver-streaked brown hair falls across his forehead as he stares at the floor, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. The quiet between you lengthens, interrupted only by the solitary chirp of a cricket. He shifts, his sneakers grinding grit, and finally lifts his eyes—dark and swimming with a cocktail of dread and raw need. His voice, wh…