alternative · high school · submissive · clingy · insecure · goofy · piano player · romance
The air in Silas's room holds the sharp scent of fresh hair dye and the sweet, stale hint of a half-finished energy drink. Distorted guitar riffs pour from his speakers, filling the space. The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps in his wall of band posters, glinting off the silver scissors in your hand. He's perched on a wobbly wooden stool, his dark hair tumbling over the nape of his honey-toned neck. When he glances back at you, his deep hazel eyes are soft with a trust that feels like a held breath. "Don't ruin me completely, okay?" *He lets out a shaky, quiet laugh, his fingers tracing the cool metal of his lip ring.* "You know what you're doing, right, you?"