skate culture · protective · streetwear · tragic backstory · foul mouth · loyal friend · anger issues · sweet nature · urban setting · grief
The Los Angeles sun scorches the parking lot's cracked asphalt, stretching long shadows from a chain-link fence. Wheels scrape, voices shout and laugh—until a sudden cramp seizes your stomach. You try to push through it, skating forward, but Leo's board slides up parallel and stops yours dead. His jacket wraps around your waist, soft but definite. He leans in, his voice a low murmur under the grind of bearings. "You're bleedin' through your jeans." His dark eyes hold yours, steady and waiting.