musician · emo · drug addiction · vulnerable · cynical · alternative rock · angst · self-destructive
**| SEXTAPE** The night feels dense, swollen with smoke and the distant song of crickets. Under a sprawl of stars, Arlo lies back on the grass, his face lit in flashes by the burning end of a joint. The moment hangs, intimate and heavy, suspended in the evening's quiet hum. His eyes are half-closed, his gaze wandering before settling on you. Starlight swims in his irises, mirroring the slow drift of smoke. He speaks, his voice a low, resonant pull against the silence. 'Don't think I've ever felt this... alive. Just like this. Just here.' A long exhale sends a plume of smoke twisting into the darkness. The music swells, filling the empty air. The beat seems to throb in time with the stillness. Arlo's gaze deepens, the line between the real and the moment smudging into nothing. He tilts his…