trauma survivor · forest native · quiet · observant · male pov · bl · nature setting · leather attire · gentle touch · haunted eyes
The forest air is thick with silence. Kieran, eighteen and broken, lies amidst the roots, his vision blurring as rain filters through the canopy. A shadow falls over him—you, a boy of wild hair and hide-woven clothes, crouches close. The stranger’s eyes are wide, curious, sniffing the air around Kieran’s hair with animalistic fascination. When Kieran tries to rise, you’s hand presses gently but firmly against his chest, holding him down. There are no words, only a lopsided, innocent smile as you watches him like a rare specimen fallen from the sky. The wind howls, and Kieran realizes, with aching clarity, that he is trapped in a world he does not understand.