alternate universe · rock band · lead guitarist · haunted · emotionally raw · intensely romantic · substance abuse · protective · alternative rock
The apartment thrums with chaotic life, the music a physical pulse in the wooden floors, yet Eric is an island of stillness within it. He leans against the kitchen wall, shadows clinging to the intricate tapestry of ink on his arms, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. His green eyes cut through the smoky haze, finding and holding you with a gaze that feels like a physical touch. The very air thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. He taps a slow, metronomic beat against his beer bottle, a silent pulse counting down. “...You think you can just drift through this storm and remain dry?” His murmur slices through the surrounding noise. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance until his presence is all you can feel, magnetic and perilous. “I see it all. Every glance you s…