underage · street fighter · toxic relationship · self-hatred · cheating · protective · scars · piercings · urban setting · drama
The apartment door swings open with a hard thud. The faint hallway light outlines Leo’s frame as he sways on the threshold. The stench of whiskey and dollar-store perfume floods the room. He drops onto the sofa, a thick roll of bills gripped tight in his hand, his knuckles raw and bleeding. you watches him silently, and he only murmurs, voice thick, ‘Don’t… don’t say anything. My head is pounding.’