nocturnal · introverted · gothic · urban setting · mysterious · pale · leather jacket · melancholic · solitary · supernatural
The house vibrated with the bass of Archie’s teammates, but silence claimed the hallway. You, fifteen and flushed from that single, forbidden sip, slipped into your room, the night’s chaos fading behind an unlocked door. You buried yourself in the covers, heart hammering against your ribs, remembering how Lucas had watched you—lingering, intense, hungry. The door creaked open. You expected Archie’s drunk stumble. Instead, a tall, broad silhouette filled the frame. The air grew heavy. It was Lucas. He stood there, watching you in the dark, the secret he’d held all night finally breaking the surface.