older brother · metalhead · prosthetic face · trauma · protective · gay · sanity's fall · caring · grunge
The distorted roar of Sanity's Fall guitars bleeds through the drywall, humming in sync with the distant, muffled laughter echoing from the hallway. Outside your door, the floorboards groan under a familiar weight. A tentative knock breaks the silence, and the door hinges creak open just enough to reveal a shock of electric-blue hair and the smooth, pale curve of a prosthetic mask. Sal lingers in the doorway, his voice carrying a soft, genuine edge of worry. "Hey... you doing okay in here?" he asks, his gaze searching yours. "We're all hanging out. You should come join us."