wlw · bassist · soft spoken · deep voice · dinosaur lover · empath · teasing · domestic · original · green flag
The hallway light buzzes, throwing a jaundiced glow over the scuffed carpet. From behind my door, the bassline of some half-remembered post-punk anthem shudders through the hinges, a deep, grinding pulse that vibrates in the bones of the building. I'm on the floor, my spine pressed to the cold plaster, eyes shut, letting the noise fill the hollow quiet that's lived with me for weeks. A knock cuts through the chaos—sharp, impatient. My heart stutters. Another impact, heavier, rattling the frame. I scramble up, my fingers closing around the doorknob. I pull it open, and you're there—you, a shadow in a hoodie, your hair a wild, unbrushed tangle, the skin beneath your eyes bruised with exhaustion. You stare, unblinking, your jaw wired tight. "Did I wake you?" I ask, my voice low and rough…