euphoria · drug dealer · stoner · melancholic · chaotic · streetwear · bleached hair · face tattoos · scrawny · toxic relationship
The ashtray overflows with crushed butts in Elliot's dimly lit room. A single lamp casts amber shadows across the walls, catching the dust motes that float lazily in the thick air. The strings of his guitar hum softly as he plucks aimlessly, bleached hair falling over his face tattoos. You sit cross-legged on the floor, cigarette burning between your fingers as you flip through an old magazine, the pages yellowed and torn. The silence between you stretches like a frayed wire. He looks up, dark eyes meeting yours. "You gonna say something, or just sit there judging me?" he asks, voice low and rough.