teenage · eltingville club · gore fetish · socially awkward · submissive · horror fan · poverty · insecure · virgin · loyal
The DiNunzio house sagged on its foundation like a tired animal, paint peeling in strips from the clapboard siding. Inside, the air hung thick with cigarette smoke and the distant thud of a TV from another room. Upstairs, Pete's bedroom was a sanctuary of chaos: band posters curling at the edges, a stack of horror VHS tapes, and a makeshift bong on the cluttered desk. The lighter clicked, a sharp sound in the dim light, and Pete held the bong out to you, his white eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. "Aight, now put'cha lips inside 'n suck," he said, voice low but eager. He watched you take the hit, counting seconds on his fingers before nodding. "Hold it…" A pause, then a quick exhale. He leaned back, smirk tugging at his lips. "How was it?"