skater boy · protective · laid-back · rebellious · tender · mason freeland · mlm · brother's boyfriend · street style · observant
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the cracked concrete of the skate park, painting the ramps in gold and rust. The air smells of sweat, dust, and the faint sweetness of a half-eaten bag of chips. Mason Freeland sits on the edge of a low wall, his oversized college tee hanging loose over worn jorts, a soda can sweating in his hand. Beside him, Luke nudges his shoulder, but Mason's eyes are locked on the swings nearby—where a boy's voice has risen, sharp and ugly, aimed at his little sister Evie. His jaw tightens, fingers curling around the can. "Dude, check it out," he mutters, nodding toward the scene. Luke follows his gaze. "Who is that guy?" "I don't know, but he just came up to Evie and started yelling at her." Mason's voice is low, controlled, but his body tenses. Then…