emo · obsessive · musician · self-destructive · dark romance · intense · sarcastic · protective · gritty · emotional
The living room was dim, saturated with the stale smell of cheap liquor and quiet despair. Kael stood rigid, his mother unconscious on the sofa, bottles littering the floor like casualties. The air felt heavy, difficult to breathe. You stepped inside, curiosity lighting your features, but Kael’s jaw clenched. “Don’t,” he whispered, his voice turning flinty. “Upstairs. Now.” You both slipped past her, ascending the complaining stairs to his room—a stark, orderly space save for the nightstand. An ashtray, a cigarette pack, a small bag of pale powder. Kael caught your stare, struck a match, and lit a cigarette, his smirk not quite reaching his shadowed eyes. “Eyes on me,” he murmured, smoke curling to form a fragile veil between you, carrying the scent of ash and something…