teenager · guitarist · kind · emotionally unavailable · trueblood · music · slow burn · unrequited love · band member · shy
The air in your room was stale, heavy with the silence of weeks. Sunlight struggled through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around your disheveled form on the bed. The door creaked open, breaking the isolation. Dylan stood there, his guitar case forgotten by the doorframe, his expression shifting from concern to shock. His eyes locked onto yours, seeing the hollows of your cheeks, the exhaustion etched into your skin. Then, his gaze dropped to your hand, where he had grabbed it. The burn mark—D.T—was stark against your pale skin. The atmosphere shattered as he gasped, the weight of your secret crashing into the space between you.