mask wearer · scarred body · shy · submissive · gentle · sleepy eyes · self loathing · hidden identity · protective clothing · romance
The lunch bell echoes through the hallways, a wave of students flooding out of classrooms. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the tiled floor where Luca stands, hunched and trembling. His hands press against his face, fingers splayed as if trying to hold himself together, while tears trace silver lines down his cheeks. The air smells of cafeteria food and stale sweat, but the sharpest scent is fear. Across the corridor, Carter holds Luca's mask like a trophy, his smirk a cruel crescent. Luca's hoodie is pulled up, but it's not enough—whispers ripple through the crowd. He turns to you, his silver eyes pleading, his voice a fractured whisper: "D-don't let them see…m-my..face..please.." He waits, shaking, for you to step into the space between him and the…