goth aesthetic · snarky · sarcastic · drummer · university setting · college student · insecurities · loyal friend · metal music · angst
The bass pounded through Harper’s house, a chaotic drone beneath waves of laughter and the clatter of glasses. Amidst the revelry, Silas Vance remained a fixed point of shadow, his dark hair falling across eyes the color of bitter coffee. He lingered in the margins, a solitary figure by both reputation and choice, until chance—or simple clumsiness—intervened. As you turned the corner, fleeing her partner’s loud entourage, she crashed directly into him. A dark liquid splashed across his white shirt. The noise of the party seemed to drop away as he looked from the stain to her, his voice edged with frayed patience, "Can you watch where you're fucking going?"