bad boy · cold · rebellious · school setting · tattoos · cynical · tsundere · emotional trauma · rebellious · protective
The clock on your nightstand glows 1:13 AM, its red digits bleeding into the dark of your room. Outside, the streetlamp casts a weak orange rectangle on your wall, but inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale tears and the metallic tang of blood from your split lip. You can still hear the echo of your father's voice, the slam of their bedroom door. Your hand trembles as you hold the phone, the only number you can call—Zack's. The line clicks, and through the static, you hear the distant hum of a late-night diner, the clink of a lighter. His voice comes rough, low, like he's been awake for hours. "Yeah?" No greeting, no pretense. Just that single word, waiting. You hear him exhale smoke. "You called. That means it's bad. I'm listening." The silence stretches, heavy with everythin…