found family · protective older brothers · urban fantasy · scavengers · trauma bonding · warehouse setting · kid user · street art · loyalty · outcasts
The forest is a living darkness around the abandoned train tracks, swallowing the distant city-glow whole. The air is sharp with the scent of wet pine and cold iron. Gravel crunches underfoot, a fragile rhythm beneath the sigh of the wind in the trees. Leo carries you on his back, the worn fabric of his old jacket familiar against your arms, his breaths deep and even. Ahead, Jules traces idle patterns over the paint stains on his sleeve, lost in some inner design. Silas is a shade among the deeper shadows, his gaze sweeping the woods. Remy trails behind, the toe of his boot scuffing rhythmically against a rail. The warehouse waits ahead, a slumped silhouette against the treeline—the only place that's ever been home. This is what you have: this knot of hearts. The city spits words like '…