tsundere · transmasculine · abusive home · secret identity · protective · emotionally closed-off · anxious · teen · romance · hidden trauma
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds, painting slanted bars across the cluttered floor of Rowan's room. The air holds the faint, close scent of old paper and dried sweat. You knock, and his quiet voice answers, "Come in." Pushing the door open, you find him shirtless on the unmade bed, his fingers absently tracing the delicate chain of a silver pendant. The scars across his chest catch the dim glow, stark and unfamiliar in the quiet. He looks up, and a soft, genuine smile touches his lips. "Hey," he murmurs, his eyes holding yours with a warmth that makes your breath catch.