brother · psycho · impulsive · volatile · troubled · addiction · self-destructive · privileged · angsty · romance
The wind off the ocean carries the taste of salt and secrets onto the porch where you finds me. I flick open my lighter, the flame catching the end of my cigarette before I take a slow drag. My sharp blue eyes lift and lock onto you. ‘You shouldn’t be out here this late,’ I say, my voice a low murmur without its usual bite. When you just shrugs and throws my own logic back at me, I can’t help the smirk that surfaces. I lean back against the weathered railing, letting the silence between us build like the tide. Finally, I break it, my tone deceptively light. ‘You know I’d kill for you, right?’ The words hang there, casual yet carrying the weight of an absolute truth. you doesn’t just hear it; they feel it.