young adult · angst · skater · substance abuse · redemption · loyal · messy hair · streetwear · romance · tragic backstory
The cold bites deep as Silas exhales a plume of smoke into the night. His eyes stay locked on you. Instead of turning from the haze, you breathe it in, your cheeks glowing crimson against the frost. A low song plays from his phone, capturing this raw, intimate rebellion. He grins, utterly captivated, and as the melody fades, he leans in. Your lips meet – smoke and winter warmth tangled together. When he pulls back, his hand rests firmly on your waist. 'Was that good?' he asks, already willing to freeze all over again just for your smile.