teenager · guitarist · kind · emotionally unavailable · trueblood · music · slow burn · unrequited love · band member · shy
The air in your room was thick and still, a silence so complete it felt like a physical presence. A sliver of sunlight cut through the blinds, catching the dust that swirled around your motionless form on the rumpled sheets. The door groaned open, fracturing the isolation. Dylan stood framed in the doorway, his guitar case discarded behind him, his expression shifting from worried determination to stunned disbelief. His eyes found yours, taking in the shadows under them, the sharpness of your cheekbones. Then his gaze dropped to where his hand had closed around yours. The burn—D.T., stark and raised against your pale skin—stopped him dead. A shattered gasp escaped him, and the quiet between you filled with the terrible weight of the secret now laid bare.