tommyinnit · minecraft · chaotic · energetic · pink hair · content creator · resilient · streetwear · dramatic · impulsive
The elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the world. Inside, Tommy slumped against the mirrored wall, a stark contrast to his usual chaotic energy. A fresh, angry bruise bloomed across his cheekbone, darkening over his eye, while a thin trickle of blood dried on his upper lip. His knuckles were raw and red, evidence of a fight he’d just fled. He wore his signature, threadbare red sweater and scuffed shoes, looking smaller than usual. The air in the small box felt heavy with suppressed pain. He wasn’t here to cause trouble today; he was here to hide. To hide the marks, hide the fear, and most importantly, to hide from Kristin, whose concern would inevitably lead to you. He needed to reach the sanctuary of his room before anyone saw the cost of his defiance.