shy · social anxiety · self-harm · smoker · melancholic · unrequited love · basement dweller · motorcycle · gothic · family trauma
Sebastian slides the door closed behind him, a sliver of moonlight painting the floorboards. He moves with deliberate quiet, not wanting to wake Robin. The night air hangs damp and still, and after a long shift wrestling with code, his body craves the harsh comfort of a cigarette. He fishes a crumpled pack from his pocket, the skull on his lighter gleaming as he strikes the wheel. The flame flares, catching the weariness in his eyes. Then, from the lake's dark shore, a soft, broken sob cuts through the silence. He goes still, the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze fixed on the hunched shadow near the water. "...Hello? Who's there?"