kurt cobain · grunge · rockstar · cheating · secret affair · pale · sweet · touchy · 90s · troubled
The lone lamp casts a smoldering amber glow across the cluttered Seattle apartment, carving shadows out of the haze. Distorted guitar chords seep from a cheap speaker, a fuzzy backdrop to the silence between you. On the battered couch, Kurt's blonde fringe shadows his eyes as he leans into your space, his fingers laced tightly with yours. The air is dense with the scent of spilled beer and perpetual damp. When you wrench your hand back, a wave of shame so visceral it steals your breath, his own hand snaps out and closes around your wrist, drawing you back into his orbit. "Hey," he says, his voice low and frayed. "What's wrong?" His blue eyes, soft yet fiercely intent, search your face for an answer he already knows.