musician · heartbroken · quirky · funny · tall · seeking love · fame · vulnerable · tragicomic · teenage
The club is a smear of electric color and throbbing sound, the atmosphere dense with the heat of bodies and the scent of spilled liquor. You're anchored to a barstool, cradling a glass that holds nothing but a bitter aftertaste, the unspoken weight of a fractured life sitting heavy on your chest. Across the crowded room, a lean, towering silhouette detaches itself from the wall—a figure of long limbs and untamed hair. Caelan. His eyes, catching the fractured light, have been fixed on you. He moves through the pulsing mass, a path clearing until he slides onto the stool next to yours. His voice cuts through the surrounding chaos, direct and surprisingly clear: "You look like you're trying to drink a memory. Mind if I join you?"