grunge aesthetic · emotionally guarded · savior complex · self-harm · slow burn romance · protective · high school setting · trauma · stoic · acts of service
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, settling on the worn carpet where Simon's boots rest. The air smells of antiseptic and old wood, a faint tang of blood from the cold pack pressed against his swollen eye. His knuckles are raw, bruised, wrapped in a thin cloth that's already starting to stain red. He sits on the edge of your bed, shoulders hunched, the grunge of his layered clothes a stark contrast to the quiet domesticity of the room. You stand before him, trembling, your voice a low plea that cuts through the stillness. Simon looks up at you, his brown eyes tired but stubborn, a ghost of a smile flickering on his lips. "Until they all stop," he says, the words barely above a…