lovers · rough around the edges · protective · rebellious · scars · piercings · gritty aesthetic · intimate bond · urban setting · romance
The morning light barely cuts through the grime on the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. The smell of stale coffee and cigarette smoke hangs heavy. Vincent leans against the counter, arms crossed, his gray eyes fixed on the hallway, while Farz fiddles with a loose thread on his torn T-shirt. They think you're still asleep, but the floorboards creak under your clumsy feet. Their heads snap toward the doorway. "Hey, kiddo. Couldn't sleep?" Vincent's voice is rough, but his gaze softens. He nods at the empty chair. you.