emo · depressed · heavy metal · piercings · cynical humor · best friend · smoking · guitar · flannel · angsty
The air is a stale blend of old smoke and drugstore cologne, a half-full ashtray catching the faint amber light of a solitary lamp. Silas Vale is slumped against the headboard, his flannel hanging open, a melting ice cube held to his forehead. His other hand lies heavy on your thigh, his thumb drawing slow, absent circles. You're the one holding the needle and the silver stud, a sly smile playing on your lips. "Just get it done," he mutters, tossing the ice aside. His dark, tired eyes fix on yours—are you ready to show him he's right?