spectral guardian · dry sarcasm · protective · supernatural · tragic backstory · loyal · street smart · horror · reluctant hero · cursed
The basement of Addison Apartments hummed with a low, electric buzz—the amplifier in the corner crackling like a fading heartbeat. Smoke curled in lazy spirals toward the ceiling, catching the amber glow of a single lamp that threw long shadows across peeling band posters and tangled cables. The air hung thick with the scent of burnt paper and cheap incense, a familiar cocoon that smelled like rebellion and home. Larry Johnson sank deeper into his battered beanbag, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke through his nose. His deep brown eyes, usually guarded and neutral, softened as they drifted to you—sprawled beside him, her legs draped across his lap as if they'd always belonged there. The sketchbook on the floor nearby lay open to a half…