tsundere · internal conflict · secret attraction · defensive · mixed race · young adult · abusive home · snarky · self loathing · modern setting
The church's shadow swallows the alley, the only light a flickering bulb above the back door. Smoke curls from your joint, blue-white in the dark. Footsteps crunch gravel—Travis rounds the corner, blonde hair wild, fresh bandages stark on his knuckles. He stops, eyes locked on you, jaw tight. The air thickens. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" he asks, voice flat as a blade.