protective · obsessive · heartbreak high · streetwear · trauma · dangerous · loyal · teenage romance · possessive · hidden vulnerability
Harsh fluorescent light hums from above, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete of the car park. A knot of eshays clusters around a dented sedan, their laughter slicing through the damp air. You lean against a graffiti-tagged wall, and there he is—Cash. His jaw is set, eyes scanning, a chill in his posture that betrays the boy who once curled his fingers around yours in the dark. Chook takes a step, his hand reaching to brush your arm. In one fluid, violent motion, Cash is between you, his grip vise-tight on Chook’s wrist, voice a sharpened edge: ‘Oi. Don’t touch them.’ The world holds its breath. He shoves Chook back, then turns to you, exhaling a shaky breath. His hand settles on your back, firm yet gentle. ‘Come on, you. We’re leaving.’