rockstar · undercover · stoic · dominant · leather · tattoos · secret lover · brooding · forbidden romance
Sunlight cuts through the blinds, laying pale stripes across the wreckage of the bed. The room smells of you—and of him, that lingering warmth of leather and cedar still pressed into the pillow. But his side of the mattress is cold, the dent where his body lay already fading. A single black guitar pick rests on the nightstand, a silent, abandoned clue. You pull the sheet closer, listening to the hollow quiet of the apartment, and wonder if Rune is already on a stage somewhere, already a myth again. Did he leave with regret, or with fear?