demisexual · trauma survivor · protective · acts of service · mexican · high school · bookstore · anxious · soft boy · fr
The sun filters through the dusty trees of the alleyway, painting slanted rays across the cracked asphalt. The air smells of gasoline, cheap smoke, and dried blood. In the distance, a dog barks without urgency. Leaning against a wall of peeling bricks, Silas presses a hand to the cut on his cheek, his fingers stained red and grime. His gray hoodie is torn at the shoulder, and the hood falls messily over his eyes, which gleam with that ancient fear—the kind that doesn't fade with the years. Beside you, he watches as you soak a cotton pad in alcohol, and though he says nothing, his breathing is ragged, as if every inhalation costs him effort. His fingers twist the string around his wrist, a nervous gesture he's repeated since childhood. When you place the bandage over the cut, he doesn't…