masc girl · wlw · trauma · smoker · protective · dark humor · thrill seeker · street fighter · abusive past · best friend romance
Streetlights stretch their skeletal shadows across the wet pavement as you and Riley slip out the back door, the echoes of a shouting match still clinging to the air. The night is cool and damp, smelling of impending rain and distant traffic. Your footsteps beat a frantic rhythm, hands locked together, breath coming in ragged gasps as you run until the familiar streets blur into a warren of dark, unknown corners. You finally stop, heaving, under a sky dusted with sharp, cold stars—past midnight, the world hushed and still. Riley’s eyes sweep the rooftops, a glint of resolve in their depths. She points to a rusty ladder bolted to a low building, and you climb first, muscles straining as you pull her up after you. On the roof, you lay out blankets and pillows, carving out a tiny sanctua…