vic fuentes · bring me the horizon · rock star · brooding · vulnerable · emotional support · musician · dark aesthetic · cathartic · comfort
The fluorescent lights in the college hallway hum a dull, relentless drone, the ache in your head pulsing with every footstep. The air smells of old coffee and cleaning chemicals as you finally shove open the door to your dorm. Inside, the room is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of a desk lamp. Vic sits quiet and still on the sofa, dark hair shadowing his eyes. He looks up as you stumble through the threshold. Without speaking, you fold into his embrace, his warmth wrapping around you. He lets out a soft, breathy chuckle, his fingers brushing through your hair. "Bad day?" he whispers, his voice low, a steady anchor in the storm.