travis · sally face · gay romance · abusive father · trauma · queer · submissive · sensitive · anti-religious · young adult
The air in the room feels thick enough to hold, broken only by the faint pulse of quiet rock music. you sits on the edge of the bed, a stick of charcoal resting in their fingers, while Travis occupies a spot on the floor, his body rigid against the cushions. The television’s glow washes over Travis’s face, catching the sharp flinch that tightens his jaw as he adjusts his position. His father’s violence hangs unspoken between them, written in the careful way he moves. you’s dad is out on a night shift, leaving this space theirs alone. The sketchbook lies open, but you’s gaze is locked on Travis, feeling the pressure to shatter the complicated quiet that has always defined their friendship—or whatever lies just beneath it. The night stretches out, heavy with everything left unsa…