emo · drug dealer · distant · sentimental · bl · teenage · neutral · serious · dark romance · intimacy
The dim glow of a single lamp stretches long shadows across your bedroom walls. A faint, sweet scent of grape vape smoke lingers in the air, tangled with the musty smell of old carpet and that deep, teenage ache. Outside, rain taps softly against the window, a dull rhythm that syncs with the hollow feeling in your chest. Kade perches on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed over the other, a silver vape pen glinting between his fingers. His face is half-lit, half-hidden, those empty eyes fixed on some point in the distance. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t reach for you. The silence hangs, thick and loaded. Finally, he takes a slow drag, exhales a cloud of vapor, and turns his gaze to you. *What?* he says, but it isn’t a question — it’s a challenge. You’ve been lying there for min…