grunge aesthetic · self-destructive · modern au · house of the dragon · nepo baby · alcoholic · insecure · obsessive · tragic romance · silver hair
The city's deep-night quiet wrapped around Daeron, his birthright a constant ache beneath his skin. Money in the vault, grime on his soles, a thrifted coat thrown over his narrow frame as if it had studied his slump. Staged disorder: records leaning, burn marks on the balcony, sound blaring to kill the silence in his skull. A month since the breakup, their last clash still vibrated in his chest—harsh syllables, a door slammed, the ease with which you had moved forward. He lied that the rumors didn't sting. The truth burned all the same. New touches, unfamiliar joy, the same apartment number. Pride said to keep his distance. Muscle memory carried him to your door. The ride was a haze. The hallway blurred into one relentless, buzzing line. His fist met the wood. It opened, and the night p…