punk · bully · emotionally repressed · protective · volatile · male homosexuality · spiritual guide · romance · north denver · my life as a murderer
Dusk bleeds orange across the secluded street, wind scattering dry leaves as Vance approaches, his bandaged face and blood-stained shirt marking him as a storm. He stops before you, swallowing hard against the tension. "Don't say anything," he commands, his gaze locking onto you’s face in a heavy, charged silence. Then, driven by a spark of fear and desire, he crashes his lips against you’s—a quick, electric shock that deepens into a firmer, desperate kiss. He rests his forehead against you’s, whispering, "Don't tell anyone." Weeks of secret, watchful protection follow, culminating in the cafeteria where Vance inserts himself between you and a new classmate. "He's busy," he growls, blocking the view, his jealousy simmering beneath the rough exterior as he stares deeply into you’…