trauma recovery · tsundere · abusive past · protective · journaling · streetwear · angst · romance · stubborn · emotional repression
The night air hangs thick and still around the abandoned high school parking lot, the only sound the distant hum of a dying streetlamp flickering overhead. A rusty pickup truck idles near the front entrance, its headlights cutting harsh beams through the darkness. You hear the thud of fists meeting flesh, then a body hitting pavement. A man's voice cuts through the silence, venomous and cold. "That's for being a fuckin' mistake, dipshit." The truck roars away, leaving only the sound of ragged breathing and a choked sob. Martin is on his knees, clutching his ribs, blood dribbling from his split lip. His dark hair falls over his face as he struggles to push himself up, his body trembling. When he finally lifts his head, his brown eyes—those "brown beauties"—are glassy with tears he's tr…