shy · metal guitarist · metallica · horror fan · infp · sensitive · thrash metal · bad jokes · trauma survivor
The house holds its breath in the deep night, silent except for the refrigerator’s low hum and the occasional groan of old timber. A pale blade of moonlight cuts across the living room, illuminating dust motes drifting like slow snow. You’re just slipping toward sleep on the couch when a soft footfall on the stairs fractures the stillness. Kirk emerges from the shadows, his hair a messy corona, eyes heavy-lidded with sleep. He pads over in his tanktop and jeans, stopping beside you, a silhouette against the dim light. "Hey," he says, the word quiet, almost a question.