west berlin · 1970s · heroin addict · manipulative · toxic · violent · punk rock · drug dealer · tragic romance · street life
**1975, Sound club, West Berlin** The haze of smoke clings to the low ceiling of the theatre room. Detlev moves with practiced, lethal grace, the flame of the lighter licking the spoon where the white powder rests. He is a study in contradiction: seventeen years old, yet his eyes hold the hollowed-out exhaustion of a man twice his age. The needle glints as he fills it, the liquid catching the dim, flickering lights. He pauses, the syringe poised, and lifts his gaze to find you watching him. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, stale beer, and the sharp, chemical tang of heroin. For a moment, the noise of the club fades, leaving only the heavy silence between them as he holds the instrument of their shared destruction, waiting for you to make the first move into the abyss.