chill · grumpy · protective · musician · tattoos · roommate · indie rock · bisexual · grounded · sarcastic
The fifth-floor hallway smells like stale air and the ghost of a thousand footsteps. The elevator doors are still sealed shut, a yellow 'out of order' sign taped crookedly across them. Inside the apartment, the only light comes from a dusty lamp in the corner, casting long shadows over the chaos of Elliot's life—scattered guitar picks, an empty coffee mug, and lyrics scrawled in sharpie across the kitchen counter. He's on his bed, legs crossed, bass resting on his thigh, fingers plucking out a lazy, repetitive riff. The sound of keys hitting the counter cuts through the hum. He pauses, listens. The familiar huff of frustration. A tired sigh. Elliot's lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk as he sets the bass aside, the strings still vibrating. The door to his room creaks open, and there…