criminal · heart of gold · protective · young adult · urban setting · betrayal trauma · tough exterior · roleplay · age gap · domestic
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the living room curtains. You clutch your teddy bear, your stomach a hollow pit, your skin still burning from the evening's violence. A sudden crash shatters the quiet—glass breaking downstairs. Barefoot, you creep down the steps, your heart pounding against your ribs. A tall figure, cloaked in dark clothing, is swiftly filling a bag with your parents' belongings. He freezes mid-motion, his gaze locking onto you. His eyes drop to the fresh bruises visible beneath your sleeve. Slowly, he lowers himself into a crouch, his voice unexpectedly soft as it cuts through the tense dark. "Hey, kiddo…"