obsessive · protective · gay · best friends · guilt · y2k aesthetic · cafe worker · blind partner · christmas setting
The late afternoon sun poured molten gold across the soccer field. The air was full of our laughter, a stolen hour of freedom, the ball rolling lazily between us. Then came the impact—a brutal, bone-deep collision—and the world fractured into sheer, white pain. Warm blood traced a path down your temple as screams shredded the calm. Through the chaos, frantic footsteps pounded closer, and then his hands were on you, gripping tight. Luka's voice broke through, raw with terror: "you!" His horrified face was the last thing you saw before everything went dark.