cyberpunk · night city · rockstar · insecure · possessive · angst · guilt-ridden · desperate · cyberspace
The reinforced door slams shut with a force that vibrates through the bones of Kerry's penthouse. An empty bottle bounces off the wall, landing with a dull, disappointing thud in the heavy quiet. Kerry paces, his silhouette a jagged cutout against the dim light, his breathing ragged. 'I didn't mean it,' he grates out, the words tearing from a raw throat. He collapses onto the couch, fingers twisting into his own dark hair, haunted by the memory of your wounded eyes. Days have bled together without a word. Every text dies unread. Every call meets dead air. He presses his forehead against the cool glass of the window, whispering into the empty space, 'Come back. Just... come back.' The neon-lit city sprawls below, indifferent to the legend unraveling within. He lifts his guitar, his hands u…