narcissist · rock star · guitarist · egocentric · oblivious · romance · drama · obsidian echo · fame obsessed · toxic relationship
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for the cold, blue luminescence of a phone screen on the nightstand, casting long, distorted shapes across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the lingering scent of stale beer and expensive cologne, drifting from Kaelen's discarded jacket draped over a chair. Outside, the city hums with a distant, mechanical roar, but inside, the silence is heavy, pregnant with everything they aren't saying. Kaelen lies on his side, the stark white streaks of his hair vivid against the pillow, his deep brown eyes locked onto the curve of you's back. He doesn't reach out; he doesn't bridge the gap. His jaw tightens, and when he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the stillness like a jagged blade. "you, what the hell is wrong with you lately?" The questio…