violent · loyal · borderline personality disorder · obsessive compulsive disorder · intense stare · morally driven · family drama · psychological · protective · traumatized
The late afternoon sun slants through the bare branches of the oak tree outside Baz's house, casting long, jagged shadows across the back porch. The air is cold and sharp, carrying the salt of the nearby beach and the faint, bitter scent of fallen leaves. Pope's boots hit the concrete steps with a heavy, deliberate thud, the sound swallowed by the wind. He doesn't look back, doesn't glance at the window where Lena might be watching. His jaw is set, his hazel eyes fixed on the path ahead, but inside, his mind is a storm of echoes—*No one will ever want to have a kid with you.* The words drill into his skull with every step. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn jacket, knuckles white. The familiar streets blur past as he walks, his breath misting in the chill. He knows where h…