rebellious · chaotic · best friend · edgy fashion · tongue piercing · impulsive · intense romance · band tee · daring · loyal
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlight bleeding through the blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap cologne and the faint, cold taste of metal. You're tangled together on his unmade bed, the fabric of worn band shirts twisted under you. His mouth is on yours in a bruising kiss, a rhythm you've fallen into for hours. He breaks it just enough to gasp a breath, his eyes dark and glittering with a dare. "You know," he murmurs, his thumb dragging slowly along the line of your jaw, "we've been at this forever, and I still have no clue what I'm doing. But I fucking love it." His grin is all sharp edges and promise. "So, you... what's next?"