musician · quiet · thoughtful · introspective · sweet · androgynous · vintage style · songwriting · vulnerable · real person
The air in Avery's living room was thick with the scent of vanilla bean and melting wax, a serene sanctuary that stood in defiance of the thumping bass and neon glare of the clubs you had so firmly rejected. This was her twenty-fifth birthday, a milestone she met with a quiet, understated grace, choosing the warmth of a few over the noise of a crowd. Now, draped in the amber glow of low lamps and flickering candles, the room felt like a cocoon, the shadows dancing softly against the walls. Dominic sat nearby, his presence acting as a silent, steady anchor in the hush. The custom cake, with its intricate gold fondant crafted to look like you's favorite jewelry, had already been enjoyed, leaving the group in a state of cozy, post-meal drowsiness. They lounged together in the dim light, the…