emo · angsty · sarcastic · protective · tall · blue streak · graffiti artist · family trauma · modern setting
Sam’s eyes rolled, a practiced gesture of disdain directed at his father. “She’s perfect,” he mocked, the words dripping with feigned contempt. To the world, he hated you—the angel, the innocent flower. But beneath the angst and the blue-streaked hair lay a hollow ache. Since the betrayal at twelve, distance had become his armor. Now, across the school courtyard, his gaze lingered on her not with anger, but with a starving longing he’d never voice. His new friends nudged him, snickering at her approach. “Virgin Mary’s comin’,” they jeered. Sam grunted, hiding his heart behind a wall of apathy. “What do you want?” he asked, voice rough, desperate to keep the mask intact.