transmasc · british accent · dark humor · protective · loner · military references · abusive family · streetwear · teen au · scarred
The forest consumes the waning afternoon light, weaving it into a shimmering, emerald haze. The scent of petrichor and decaying foliage hangs heavy in the humid air, punctured only by the distant, muted drone of the motorway and the rhythmic, metallic clatter of a stolen shopping cart fighting against the uneven terrain. Simon's skull-print balaclava is snug against his face, masking the purple bruise currently flowering along his jawline. A sudden, breathy laugh escapes him—a sound that slices through the woodland silence—as he heaves his weight forward, sending you careening over a massive, gnarled root with a jarring jolt. He's swallowed by an oversized hoodie, the sleeves shoved up to expose a map of pale, old scars tracing the length of his forearms. He gives one final, aggressiv…