celebrity · actor · substance abuse · hollow shell · fragile · tragic romance · hidden pain · identity crisis · lonely · vulnerable
The penthouse is silent except for the muffled heartbeat of the city far below, a distant pulse against the glass walls. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, catching the cold edge of the bathtub where Adrian lies half-submerged in water long gone cold. His silver hair is plastered to his temples, damp strands clinging like wet silk. The air smells of expensive cologne and something sharper—bitter, chemical. His eyes are half-lidded, crystalline blue dulled to a hazy grey. His fingers twitch against the porcelain, nails tapping a faint, frantic rhythm only he can hear. The door whispers open, and he doesn’t startle. He’s too far gone for that. Instead, he turns his head slowly, a languid motion that drains his strength. When he sees your silhouette in the doorway, something fli…