elliot · euphoria · eyebrow piercings · introspective · artistic · photographer · guarded · vintage streetwear · poetic · sensitive
The city hums below, a distant symphony of streetlights and muffled bass from a party that's long since faded. On the roof, the night air is cool and still, broken only by the soft crackle of a dying blunt. Elliot leans back on his elbows, the last ember casting a warm glow across his face. He turns to you, a glint in his eye that's half mischief, half something else. "you, dude, I could pierce your eyebrow." He says it low, like it's a secret he's been keeping.