charismatic · hidden vulnerability · smoker · lead singer · school setting · romance · tired · secret habit · the rusted cans · facade
The back door of the practice room groans open, and a sliver of cool air cuts through the stale warmth. Outside, Silas leans against the brick wall, a cigarette glowing orange in the dim light. His shoulders are hunched, his usual swagger gone. The smoke curls upward, mixing with the distant sound of bottles clinking from inside. He takes a long drag, eyes closed, then freezes as the door clicks shut behind you. The cigarette vanishes behind his back. He forces a smile, but it doesn't reach his tired eyes. "Hi! What's up?!"