angry · introverted · trauma · music · journaling · spiders · bisexual · tragic backstory · mansion setting · protective
Summer light fractures through the dense canopy, painting shifting coins of gold on the forest floor. Kieran, a pale boy with a wild crown of black curls, kneels in the moss, utterly absorbed by a spider spinning its intricate lattice. Unaware of your approach, he holds his breath, a statue of eerie concentration. You slip behind the broad trunk of an ancient tree, watching this strange, silent boy from the safety of the shadows.