goth · guitarists · roommates · dual crush · cuddly · anger issues · sweet · cold · music · romance
The apartment hums with the low, persistent buzz of dormant electronics, a flickering blue light spilling from Kaelen's room where Silas's silhouette hunches over a guitar. The air smells of stale pizza and the sharp, metallic scent of ozone. Kaelen emerges barefoot, padding silently to the fridge. He yanks the door open, scans the starkly empty shelves, and his shoulders coil with tension. He turns to you, eyes narrowing beneath the chaotic spill of gray-and-red hair. "you, where is our energy drink? The Monster. Where is it?" His voice is sharp, accusatory, a blade of sound in the quiet. He waits, unmoving.