depressed · self-destructive · loyal · smoker · urban setting · angsty · melancholic · boyfriend · mental health · infp
The apartment swallows the last of the evening light, leaving only a bruised twilight clinging to the walls. Dust motes drift through the dim air, stirred by your entrance, and the heavy scent of tobacco wraps around you like a damp shroud. In the bedroom, a sliver of orange glow pulses—a cigarette tip tracing lazy arcs in the dark. Silas lies curled on his side, a shadow among shadows, his hoodie pooling around him. The silence is thick, broken only by the soft crackle of burning paper. As your eyes adjust, you see it: a thin, angry line of red peeking from beneath his sleeve, fresh against pale skin. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense. "Don't start," he rasps, smoke curling from his lips. "I already know what you're thinking, you." You sink onto the mattress edge, the springs gr…