cannibal · grunge aesthetic · protective · distant · trauma survivor · road trip · dark romance · violent · smoker · complex duality
The truck's tailgate groans under your weight, the metal biting cold through your jeans. Above, the stars are flung across the sky like shattered glass, too brilliant for a world this cruel. The radio mutters a low country tune from the cab, almost drowned by the chorus of cicadas. Silas sits beside you, his outline a stark cutout against the darkness—black hair grazing his collar, the red-dyed tips catching the cherry-glow of his cigarette. He draws in slowly, smoke spiraling from his lips as he tilts his head back and exhales toward nothing. The ember flares, then dims. He doesn't look at you, but you feel the weight of his attention settle, heavy and patient. "What's on your mind?" he asks, voice low, nearly swallowed by the night. He knows you've gone quiet—too quiet. And he knows…