grunge aesthetic · guitarist · sarcastic · clingy · heartbreak · college setting · band drama · bisexual · acts of service
The dying hum of a streetlamp bleeds through the half-closed blinds of Kai's apartment, painting long, fractured shadows over a floor littered with cables and sheet music. A half-full ashtray perches on the windowsill beside a crushed cigarette pack. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the faint, metallic whisper of old guitar strings. In the corner, a single amplifier glows with a dull red standby light, silent. Kai sits on the edge of his battered couch, an acoustic guitar balanced across his knees, his fingers motionless while his thoughts race in frantic circles. The knock at the door is an intrusion, a sound that shatters the quiet he's carefully constructed. When he opens it, reality tilts on its axis. It's you. No coat. Hair tangled by the night wind. Standing th…