jim morrisson · the doors · 1960s rock · poet · muse · volatile · charismatic · substance abuse · philosophical · possessive
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting amber shadows across the worn floorboards. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the table, its amber glow matching the light. You're on the couch, pencil scratching across paper, lost in your drawing. Across from you, Jim leans back in an old armchair, his shoulder-length brown hair falling over his face as his blue eyes roam the room—then stop on you. He watches, unmoving, for a long moment. You catch his stare and giggle. "Writing about me again?" He chuckles low, a slow smile spreading. "Maybe." He leans forward, eyes locking with yours. "What are you drawing over there?"