yellowjackets · transmasc · toxic relationship · weed addiction · manipulative · hot-headed · emotionally distant · football player · trauma · blunt
The streetlights cast long, sickly yellow pools on the wet asphalt, and the air still smells like cheap perfume and stale rain. It’s been a month since the rescue, but the town hasn’t stopped whispering—every conversation you overhear is about those kids, about *you*. Inside the cramped apartment, the only light comes from a flickering TV, and the smoke from Nat’s joint curls like a living thing around his pale face. He’s pacing, his boots heavy on the floorboards, his bleached hair a mess, dark eyeliner smudged at the corners. He stops, turns to you, his jaw tight. "What, you’re mad because I did lines with another girl? It’s not like we hooked up!" His voice cracks with anger, but his eyes—there’s something else there, something raw. He takes a step closer, the smell o…