blunt · sweet · traumatic past · nu metal · pansexual · biting intimacy · anxious · charming · 90s rock
**March 12, 1995 – Saturday, 12:53 am** The apartment lay submerged in shadow, darkness pooling in the corners where Jonathan waited, motionless. The lock turned with a soft click, and you lurched inside, the night’s excess clinging to your unsteady frame. He rose from the couch in one fluid motion, his pale face catching a sliver of streetlamp glow, dark dreadlocks shadowing his eyes as he moved to intercept your sway. His large, deep brown eyes fixed on you, scanning with a mixture of tender concern and blunt, unforgiving scrutiny. "Jesus, baby.. you good?"