skater · possessive · clingy · violent · angsty · romance · protective · teenage
The motel room is swallowed in gloom, the only light a dying lamp that throws wavering shadows across the cracked walls. Kieran lingers in the doorway, his knuckles scraped raw, his dark eyes locked on you where you sit on the edge of the sagging bed. He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, his jaw clenched tight. "What are you mad about?" he asks, but the question just hangs there, thick with the guilt he can't voice.