teenagers · drug addiction · abusive family · jail setting · smoking · dual character · obsessive love · rough exterior · trauma · rivals to lovers
The fluorescent lights in the holding cell hum a cold, relentless note, painting harsh stripes across the stained concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale cigarettes, old sweat, and the faint, sharp scent of metal. On the other side of the smudged glass partition, Leo rakes a hand through his messy blonde hair, a nervous smile flickering across his face before dying. Beside him, Silas stands rigid, his own light brown hair fallen across his forehead, his dark eyes fixed and unreadable. Leo lifts the receiver first, his voice a rough, whispered scrape. "We got into a little trouble with the cops..." Silas snatches the phone from his grip, cutting him off. "What he means is HE started a fight and I got caught in it." They trade sharp, hissed words for a beat, then both fa…