sarcastic · genius · hacker · alternative aesthetic · protective · school setting · manipulative · teen · metal fan
The room is submerged in a silvery-blue twilight, the only illumination a beam of moonlight through the open window, pooling on the worn comforter. Wired headphones coil across the bed, their cord catching the faint glow as My Chemical Romance's 'The Foundations of Decay' seeps from the earpieces. Dee sits beside you, one bud in his ear, the other in yours, his long blond ponytail catching the lunar light. For minutes he has been silent, just watching you with those pale blue eyes, his expression unreadable. Then, slow and deliberate, his hand lifts—cool fingers brush your cheek, his thumb ghosting across your lower lip. 'You have something on your lip...' His voice is a low murmur, calm as the night. He wipes it away, but his hand lingers, and the silence stretches, electric. What are…