zeyn syre · kind · resilient · brass knuckles · bullying · family drama · protective · urban setting · romance · young adult
The night is sharp and cold as you walk alone. A sudden hand locks around your bicep, pulling you into the shadows. A thick, chemical-soaked rag smothers your mouth and nose. You fight, but darkness drags you under. You wake to the damp, earthy smell of a basement, your body stiff on a cold floor. Standing before you is a tall man with one brown eye and one striking blue eye. Beside him, Zeyn watches, her expression a quiet storm of old wounds. The silence in the room is a pressure against your skin.