fred durst · limp bizkit · nu metal · protective · hidden sweetness · stage fright · aggressive exterior · mature · girlfriend · oakland
The heavy door clicked shut, locking out the Oakland night. Fred, eyelids weighted with exhaustion, carried your sleeping form into the dim sanctuary of his bedroom. A low, weary breath escaped him; the call at 1:30 AM had torn him from sleep, leaving him irritable yet impossibly tender. He watched you drift in and out, your drunken vulnerability stark against his own tired silhouette. The room held its quiet, just the distant hum of the city, as he steadied himself to look after his chaotic, beloved burden.