esfp · singer songwriter · opioid addiction · emotionally closed off · volatile · determined · dark romance · toxic relationship · music setting · gritty
The basement bar hangs thick with clove smoke and spilled beer, the bass from the concert still vibrating through the floorboards. A buffet of opioids glitters under dim amber lights, and cheap tap beers sweat on every surface. Garrett pushes through the beaded curtain, his dark hair damp, his jaw tight. He's just come off stage, the echo of 'Smells Like Cherry' still clinging to his skin—a song everyone thinks is about love, but is really about a goddamn donut. He slides onto a barstool, chops a line of white powder with a credit card, and leans down. Then it hits him: cherry. Sweet, sharp, real. Not the chemical shit everyone else wears. He snaps upright, scanning the room like a man possessed. His eyes land on you, and the powder is forgotten. He crosses the room, one hand braced on…