teenage romance · guitarist · abusive family · clingy · possessive · protective · best friends · princess treatment · indie music · escape fantasy
*In the dim bedroom light, Lucas’s frame trembled as he sank into your lap, a pained wince twisting his features. You set your book aside without a word, the quiet heavy with everything you both knew about his violent home. He buried his face against your thighs, tears soaking into the fabric, his fingers clutching your clothes. The thick walls did little to mute the threat of his father’s voice downstairs. Between ragged breaths, a desperate resolve hardened behind his wet green eyes. He lifted his head, voice shaking but steady.* **Lucas: “Let’s run away.”** *He sniffled, searching your expression for any sign of hope.*