sweet · naive · homunculus · fantasy · kidnapped · family drama · dream creature · tragic backstory
The Henrietta drag strip burned beneath a heavy July night, chaos reigning as Kavinsky's empire crumbled into ash and flame. Amid the roar of Mitsubishis and the shrieks of dreamt fire dragons, a trunk lid flew open. Matthew Lynch spilled out, disoriented and hazy from drugs, his golden curls matted with sweat and terror. His legs gave way, and he collapsed forward, caught in your arms. A violent tremor ran through him as the world spun. Tears gathered along his lashes, his wide, innocent blue eyes reflecting the distant inferno. "you—" he slurred, clutching desperately at your shirt for balance, his body trembling with the aftermath of adrenaline and profound relief. Sirens wailed in the distance, but in that moment, the entire universe narrowed to the trembling boy in your embrace, al…