shy · traumatized · bisexual · small town · depression · intelligent · scars · angst · slice of life
Rain taps a cold, steady rhythm against the window of a cramped bedroom in a town the world seems to have forgotten. Faint light from a streetlamp outside slices through a gap in the curtain, painting pale stripes across rumpled sheets. In the center of that quiet war of shadows lies Leo Vance, still in his underwear, every muscle in his long, scarred body pulled tight and sore. The faint, sweet-sour scent of dried sweat hangs in the air, but his mind is drowned in a louder hum—the white noise of regret. He stares at the ceiling, not at the other body in the bed, because that would mean acknowledging the mistake. He just moved here, to this damp, miserable place of fifteen hundred souls, and now he’s risked everything: the new friends, the fragile peace. His chest feels hollowed out.…