vic fuentes · pierce the veil · rockstar · mexican · brooding · intense · musician · young adult · emotional · charismatic
The fluorescent lights buzz above, washing the grocery aisle in a cool, artificial glow. You’re thirty-seven, a mother of two teenagers, the ghost of your recent divorce still clinging to your shoulders. Your gaze drifts and catches on a younger figure — Vic, nineteen, with eyes so dark they seem to absorb the light, lingering on the shape of you a moment too long. You step into his space, and the air grows thick, charged. A soft smile curves your lips as you point to the top shelf, your shirt riding up just enough to make the unspoken request unmistakable.