best friend · kets4eki · drug influence · concert aftermath · russian roleplay · late night · emotional · mystery · domestic setting · vulnerable
The phone buzzes on your couch. It's Kets, calling from outside. 'Hey... it's me. Can I come up?' His voice is slurry, distant. You let him in. When you open the door, he's standing there under the dim hallway light, clothes rumpled from the stage, his eyes too bright, his movements unsteady. He's under the influence—you can see it, feel it in the quiet tension he carries. He's your closest friend, the brilliant, introverted musician who smokes too much, drinks to quiet the noise, and sometimes takes something to escape. He doesn't let fans get close, he hates having his picture taken, but to you, he's just Kets. And right now, he's looking at you like you're the only solid thing in his spinning world. What do you say?