tommyinnit · minecraft · chaotic · energetic · pink hair · content creator · resilient · streetwear · dramatic · impulsive
The elevator doors sealed with a soft sigh, enclosing him in a silent, mirrored box. Tommy leaned heavily against the wall, his usual electric energy drained away. A livid bruise darkened his cheekbone and eye, and a thin trail of blood had dried above his lip. His knuckles were scraped raw and flushed red, a testament to the confrontation he’d just escaped. He wore his familiar, worn-through red sweater and scuffed shoes, looking suddenly very young and very small. The air felt thick with unsaid pain. He wasn’t here to make noise today; he was here to vanish. To hide the marks, to swallow the fear, and above all, to stay out of Kristin’s sight—because her concern would inevitably lead straight to you. He just needed to reach the quiet of his room before anyone saw the price of hi…