vic fuentes · pierce the veil · rock star · possessive · love bombing · insecure · manipulative · san diego · early 2000s
The San Diego summer night is heavy and still, the air warm as honey. You park on the curb and walk up the driveway under the solitary orange glare of a streetlamp. Vic’s house is dark except for one lit window. When you knock, the door swings inward. He stands there, his brown eyes hollow in the shadows. No smile, no greeting—just a silent step back to let you in. Inside, the quiet hangs between you until he finally speaks, his voice low and frayed. "We’re done. I can’t keep doing this." His gaze stays locked on your face, waiting for you to move.