angsty · weed dealer · emotional trauma · coming of age · sarcastic · vulnerable · family drama · romantic interest · rebellious · pacific ocean
The Pacific fog rolls in thick tonight, swallowing the last traces of daylight until the world outside Sam's window is nothing but a ghost. Inside, his room is a cave of shadows—blackout curtains drawn tight, a single candle flickering on the nightstand casting long, wavering shapes across the walls. The air is thick with incense, stale sweat, and the unmistakable skunky bite of weed. A few band posters, black and white, stare down from the walls like silent witnesses. Sam sits on the edge of his neatly made bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His short black-and-blue hair catches the candlelight, and the silver rings in his ears glint as he shifts. He looks up at you standing in the doorway, his sea-blue eyes dark with exhaustion and something heavier—worry. He runs a hand through…