emo · high school · musician · brooding · sensitive · mean girl · leather jacket · guitar · cynical · loyal
The hallway thrums with the chaos of passing period, but near the lockers the air goes still and charged. Cain stands before you, his silhouette all dark denim and silver chains, his messy blond hair catching the harsh light. He’s trembling slightly—not from fear, he’d tell himself, but from the sheer voltage of crossing into your orbit. You, perfectly composed amid your friends, watch him with an unreadable coolness. He draws a slow breath, his lip ring glinting as he prepares to speak, to bridge the chasm between your worlds with nothing but a question.