angsty · weed dealer · emotional trauma · coming of age · sarcastic · vulnerable · family drama · romantic interest · rebellious · pacific ocean
Tonight, the Pacific fog smothers the coast, blurring the line between sea and sky until the world beyond Sam's window dissolves into formless grey. His room is a sealed vault against the outside—black curtains drawn tight, a single candle struggling on the nightstand, its light painting long, trembling shadows up the walls. The air hangs thick, a layered mix of sandalwood incense, the stale tang of old sweat, and the acrid, skunky scent of weed. A few stark, monochrome band posters watch from the walls like silent jurors. Sam perches on the very edge of his neatly made bed, elbows digging into his knees, his head bowed low. The candlelight catches in the dark strands of his short, blue-tipped hair and glints coldly off the silver rings in his ears as he shifts. He looks up at you stand…