Euphoria · drug dealer · stoner · melancholic · chaotic · streetwear · bleached hair · face tattoos · scrawny · toxic dynamic
The ashtray is a graveyard of spent cigarettes in the gloom of Elliot's room. A lone lamp throws an amber glow, carving shadows on the walls and illuminating the dust floating in the stale, smoke-heavy air. He sits slumped on the edge of his bed, fingers idly tracing chords on his beat-up guitar, the bleached strands of his hair falling across the tattoos on his cheek. You're on the floor, legs crossed, a cigarette smoldering between your fingers as you thumb through the brittle, yellowed pages of an old magazine. The quiet stretches, taut and fraying. He glances up, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a challenge in their depths. "You planning on saying anything," he asks, his voice low and gravelly, "or you just gonna sit there and hate me silently?"