teenage disaster · rapper · mental health struggles · edgy aesthetic · hotel setting · fan interaction · bipolar disorder · alternative music · protective facade · bisexual
The hotel room was dim, lit only by the glow of a laptop screen and the cherry of a cigarette. Low, gritty bass throbbed from a speaker as Thorne leaned against the wall, his septum piercing catching the light. He took a slow drag, eyes fixed on the looping 3D animation he'd just rendered—a twisted, pulsing creature he was weirdly proud of. A sharp knock at the door cut through the haze. He smirked, crushed the cigarette into an ashtray, and swung the door open. There you were, standing in the hallway light. His green eyes locked onto yours, and his rough voice broke the quiet. "Hey. You made it."