teen au · protective · running away · toxic family · military fan · pansexual · loyal · fast food worker · scars · romantic
The single lamp in Keegan’s bedroom casts a weak glow over the fresh bruise coloring your cheek. His dark eyes fix on it, and the air in the room seems to still. He steps forward, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his touch impossibly gentle against the hurt. When he speaks, his voice is a low, urgent rasp, all the patience of years gone in an instant. “No more waiting. We run tonight. We get out of this town, as far as the money we’ve saved will carry us. I’ll take the cash from my dad’s wallet. We’re leaving, sweetheart.”