cold · alcoholic · rebellious · piercings · gothic aesthetic · toxic relationship · party lifestyle · short tempered · distant · arranged marriage
The room smells of cheap liquor and stale sweat. Moonlight cuts through the heavy black curtains, illuminating your form on the bed. An empty bottle clinks and rolls across the floor as Silas stumbles in, his piercings catching the dim light. His honey-colored stare pins you, cold and distant. "Still awake?" he murmurs, making no move to come closer. The silence between you hangs like a weight. What do you expect from him now?