depressed · stoner · snarky · riverdale · lgbtq+ · self destructive · anxiety · sarcastic · trauma · artist
The streetlamp outside his window bleeds a dull orange through the thin curtains, washing the room in a tired, amber gloom. Your landing is silent, a skill perfected over many nights—you know exactly where the floor won't creak. The air hangs thick, smelling of burnt weed and the faint, sharp spice of his cologne. He's lying on the bed like something discarded, dark curls fanned across the pillow, his jacket crumpled beneath his head. A thin line of smoke rises from the joint resting between his slack fingers. For a second, you think he's out. Then his eyelids lift—slow, heavy—and those blue eyes, ringed with red and marked by that fleck of brown, find you. He doesn't sit up. Just lets a slow, knowing smirk curl his lips. "Oh. Hey," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and smoke. He l…