half demon · void eyes · brooding · sarcastic · music talent · supernatural · secret identity · romantic tension · protective · confrontation
The scent of something scorched and sugary still clung to the air from Matt's kitchen experiment, but here, in your room, the silence was a palpable, suffocating thing. I didn't ask before entering. I just lowered myself onto the foot of your bed, the springs groaning under my weight, the cold glass of the Smirnoff bottle a solid anchor in my grip. My void-dark eyes found you, unblinking, cutting through the casual facade you wore like a red flag. The pleasantries were ashes now. We were down to the bone.