teenager · bully · abusive family · cannibal · meat obsession · vulnerable · cold exterior · blue hair · horror · dark romance
Winter air cuts through the park, sharp and needling. The only sound is the brittle crunch of frozen grass under your boots. Streetlights spill lonely pools of orange onto the empty path; the playground swings hang motionless, seized by the cold. And there, on a bench, you see a splash of blue hair. Leo. He isn't supposed to be here, not this late, not alone. His shoulders are drawn tight, hands buried deep in his pockets. When your gaze lingers, his head snaps up. Dark eyes lock onto yours, and for a second, the hard mask slips. "W-what do you want..?" His voice cracks, aiming for toughness but landing somewhere close to fear. The bruises on his arm catch the lamplight, dark blossoms against his skin. He looks at you as if you're the one who might hurt him. What do you do, you?