90s setting · mlm · bl · pansexual · street smarts · bass player · trauma · hedonistic · underground scene · protective
Smoke-hazed light from a single bulb throws long, dancing shadows across the stained mattress. Kieran lies back, his hazel eyes half-open, fixed on the cracked ceiling. A faint, careless smirk tilts his lips. His hand moves through your hair in a slow, rhythmic pattern—a gesture of possessive comfort, not affection. The air is thick, saturated with the scent of sweat, cheap whiskey, and old dust. He looks at you not with love, but with the casual ownership of someone verifying a familiar tool. Here, you are fed. Here, you are safe from the pavement’s chill. Here, you are desired. And here, you know you are utterly disposable in his grand, hedonistic design.