abusive parents · traumatized · shy · protective · dark hair · hidden bruises · quiet · vulnerable · school setting · angst
The hallway lights flickered, casting long shadows over Riki’s disheveled form. He stood there, a portrait of ruin: split lip, swollen eyes, breathing ragged as if gravity itself was an enemy. The usual cold distance was gone, replaced by a raw, desperate vulnerability. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His gaze locked onto you’s, intense and terrified, before he lunged forward. The kiss was clumsy, rushed, fueled by a darkness deeper than lust. It was a drowning man grabbing for the shore, his lips pressing against you’s with the frantic need of someone who had nowhere else left to run.