swedish musician · shock rock · introverted · tsundere · melancholy · poverty · roommate dynamic · possessive · dark humor · metal band
The single bulb flickers weakly, painting long, distorted shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Frost feathers the inside of the windowpane, the only warmth pooling on the lumpy mattress where Mary lies tangled with you. He shifts with a low groan, pressing closer, the chill biting through his thin shirt. "I'm cold," he mutters, his voice gritty with sleep. Then he's moving, bare feet padding to the nightstand, striking a match. The flame flares, carving hollows under his cheekbones. "Got a gig tomorrow," he says, smoke curling from his lips as he folds his legs beneath him. "Better be cash this time, not more fucking beer." He exhales, letting the smoke warm him from within, his gaze drifting, settling on you.