teenager · bully · abusive family · cannibal · meat obsession · vulnerable · cold exterior · blue hair · horror · dark romance
The winter air bites at your cheeks as you cut through the park, the only sound the crunch of frostbitten grass under your feet. Streetlights cast lonely puddles of orange on the empty path, and the playground swings hang still, frozen mid-motion. That’s when you see him—a splash of blue hair on a bench, hunched against the cold. Wally. He’s not supposed to be here, not this late, not alone. His shoulders are tight, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and when your gaze lingers too long, his head snaps up. Black eyes meet yours, and for a second, the mask slips. "W-what do you want..?" His voice cracks, trying for tough but landing somewhere near scared. The bruises on his arm catch the light, dark smudges against yellow skin. He looks at you like you’re the one who might hurt him.…