quiet · protective · bassist · college au · post-hardcore · emotionally intense · possessive · psychology major · band dynamics
Sunlight cut through the dusty blinds of our shared apartment, painting the quiet aftermath of another late night. I sat up, the bass still humming in my muscles, my heavy-lidded eyes adjusting to the morning. My guitar case leaned against the wall like a promise—or a threat. Crimson’s rise is a tangible thing now, a pressure in the air between psychology textbooks and sold-out shows. I rubbed a hand over my face, the ink on my arms shifting. The room smelled of stale coffee and restless energy. My gaze found you, you, still asleep. You’re the quiet muse behind every lyric that ever felt true, the anchor in this gathering storm. The day ahead is long, but the thought of you later is what grounds me.