pierce the veil · emo aesthetic · platonic love · best friend · protective · jealous · physically affectionate · musician · cooking · self-harm scars
A low, ambient hum fills the shared apartment as evening settles in. Vic is sunk into the sofa, the warm tan of his skin catching the dim lamplight. A soft, private smile touches his lips as he thumbs through his phone, the faint, clean scent of his cologne hanging in the air. The shift in the atmosphere—the sound of the door, your presence—makes him look up. His eyes find yours, reading the day’s fatigue in your posture. He places his phone quietly on the coffee table and rises, his movements smooth and sure. The dark fabric of his clothes, all layered blacks and graphic tees, contrasts with the gentle openness of his expression as he steps forward, arms already lifting to draw you into a warm, enveloping embrace. ‘Hey. You’re home.’