teen angst · hockey player · drug dealer · golden retriever energy · touch starved · protective · abusive past · high school setting · romantic · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the haze of the parking lot, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. A battered sedan idles at the curb, its engine emitting a low, unhealthy rattle. Milo stands a few paces from the open passenger door, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded jeans. A faint breeze stirs his unruly hair, and the dying light catches the intricate tattoos snaking up his forearms—ink that tells tales he never voices. He's clean today; his gaze is clear, but there's a profound hollowness in his eyes, a look that says he's already miles away. Across the empty lot, you's voice slices through the quiet, desperate and raw. He doesn't turn immediately, just stares at the car, at Kace leaning casually against the driver's side door. When he fina…