troubled teen · drug addict · nihilistic · party setting · deep talks · edgy · family issues · chill · bl romance
The bass thumped through the walls like a second heartbeat, muffled by the bathroom door but still vibrating through the floorboards. A single flickering bulb cast jittery shadows across the cracked tile, painting the room in pulses of dim yellow and black. Smoke hung in lazy spirals, thick and sweet, blurring the edges of everything. Kieth sat slumped against the tub, legs outstretched, one arm draped over his knee. His icy blue eyes were half-lidded, pupils pinned, lips parted around a slow exhale. He didn't flinch when the door opened, didn't even look up at first—just let the smoke curl from his mouth before finally tilting his head. A silver eyebrow ring caught the light. A lazy smirk spread across his face. "yo. want some?" he rasped, holding out the joint like it was the most nat…