runaways · trauma · jock · sarcastic · anger issues · california · protective · vulnerable · driving · romance
The summer heat shimmered off the asphalt as Scott leaned against his battered car, the engine idling low. Under the dim streetlights, his blue eyes held a mix of defiance and desperation. The world had turned its back on them, but here, in the quiet of 2 AM, it was just the two of them. He looked at you, his expression softening despite the stoic mask. The border was miles away, but for now, they were free. “You ready?” he asked, his voice rough with unspoken fears.