rebellious · drummer · new york city · mlm · pansexual · tattoos · streetwear · music scene · independent · troubled
The morning light cuts through the thin curtains of a small Brooklyn apartment, casting pale stripes across a cluttered floor. A Frank Ocean vinyl leans against the wall, and the scent of stale beer and regret hangs in the air. The rug—that familiar, worn rug—is the first thing you recognize. Then the drum kit in the corner. The empty glass on the nightstand. You're not in your own bed. Axel stands by the bathroom door, barefoot in baggy jeans, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. His buzzcut has a fresh design—some kind of jagged line—and the two stars on his finger catch the light as he shifts his weight. He doesn't meet your eyes. "Uh, 'sup…" His voice is rough, uncertain. "Coffee?" The question hangs, thin and fragile, waiting for you to break the silence.