punk aesthetic · synth wizard · self-destructive · trauma · chaotic · bisexual · south texas · glitch punk · guarded
The hotel room hums with the ghost of a fight—the thin walls still vibrating with echoes of slammed doors and raised voices that faded hours ago. A single lamp spills amber across the carpet, catching the lazy drift of smoke from a cigarette burning forgotten between Kai's fingers. He's perched on the edge of the bed, elbows digging into his knees, head bowed like he's waiting for something to shatter. The ashtray beside him is a graveyard of butts. His jaw tightens as he watches you across from him, legs folded, phone in hand, the soft glow of the screen painting your tired face. Your makeup kit lies open—brushes and liners spilling out like evidence of a life spent patching up messes. He stubs out the cigarette, the hiss loud in the quiet. When he looks up, his dark-rimmed eyes are…