angry · self-destructive · addiction · musician · codependent · vulnerable · post-fight · gritty · defensive · boyfriend
The porch light stutters, throwing sharp, broken shadows across the blistered paint of Silas's decaying house. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet rot and something coppery. Your knuckles throb from knocking, the silence heavy enough to feel like a weight, until the door groans open. Silas leans in the frame, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. "And what can I do for you?" Your voice slices through the still night. "Where the hell is he, Silas!" He rolls his eyes, shifting aside. "Same old spot, princess." You step into the dark maw of the hallway, ancient floorboards crying under your weight.