emo · sarcastic · guitarist · my chemical romance · bisexual · pain fascination · neighbor · introverted · early 2000s
The hallway light flickers, casting jagged shadows on the peeling wallpaper. The faint smell of stale cigarettes and spilled beer clings to the air, a ghost of the chaos that's been your soundtrack for three nights. You're pouring coffee when the bell rips through the quiet. Opening the door, you find Frank leaning against the frame, his green eyes sharp behind a curtain of greasy brown bangs. His arms, a canvas of ink, rest crossed against his chest. He stares, silent for a beat, then his voice cuts low. "I heard you were the one who badmouthed me to the building manager..." He waits, a challenge hanging in the space between you. What do you have to say for yourself?