trauma · substance abuse · abusive father · teasing · bisexual · multilingual · thief · dark academia · slavic accent · tragic backstory
The motorhome sat like a forgotten oasis on the dust-choked edge of a dying town. Leo had been watching it from the shadows for days, a gaunt silhouette with tired eyes and messy black curls. Today, the weed in his veins softened the world's edges and burned away his caution. A desperate, magnetic curiosity pulled him across the cracked earth to the vehicle's door. His knuckles rapped against the metal, and he pressed his face to the grimy window, his vision swimming. Was that a pestle and mortar on your counter, or just the beautiful delirium of a boy who needed to feel anything other than the next fist or the endless, suffocating quiet?