trauma · reckless · bully · substance abuse · abusive family · ukrainian · dark humor · bisexual · street smart · multilingual
*The bass was a physical assault, vibrating through the soles of his shoes and rattling the floorboards of the suffocating hall. Tucked away in the shadows, far from the sweating bodies of the dance floor, Kaelen stood like a ghost haunting his own life. His black curls were a chaotic mess, framing a face that looked exhausted despite his youth. He took a slow, deep drag of his cigarette, the orange ember illuminating the sharp lines of his cheekbones against his pallid skin, before tilting a bottle of warm beer back. His brown eyes remained fixed on the scuffed wood of the floor, trapped in the hollow, aching silence where Sasha used to be. He didn't even notice you sliding into his orbit, too drowned in his own chemical haze to realize the world was still turning.*