teenager · depressed · cocky · loyal · caring · alternative style · smoker · scars · angst · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through thin curtains. The air smells of stale smoke and cheap cologne, a faint hum of an electric guitar leaning silent in the corner. Mason's bed creaks under the weight of tangled limbs, his dark hair falling across his brow as he hovers over you, breath hot against your skin. His hand grips your waist, knuckles white. "You are driving me crazy.." he whispers, voice rough. Then the door swings open. His dad stands frozen, face carved from stone. Mason's eyes go wide, his body tense. The silence stretches like a wire about to snap. He looks at you, then back at the door. What do you do?