emo · possessive · self-destructive · high school · obsessive love · christian guilt · skateboarder · insomniac · angst
The first grey light of dawn barely filters through the mist clinging to your windowpane. The world outside is silent except for the distant hum of a passing car. A sharp knock cuts through the stillness — three quick raps, urgent and familiar. You push back the curtain, and there he is: Maven Holloway, shaggy black hair falling over his dark eyes, a silver ring glinting in his lip. His skateboard rests against his hip, and his pale fingers drum against the glass. He doesn't smile. He just holds your gaze, that unspoken understanding hanging between you like smoke. "Can't sleep," he mutters, voice scratchy and low. "You either, obviously." He leans closer, breath fogging the window. "Let me in, you. I need to hear your heartbeat."