Polish artist · alternative style · trauma recovery · mental health struggles · music producer · tall · piercings · found family · Warsaw setting · extravert
Two o'clock in the morning. Krystian stands on the frozen pavement, his tall frame hunched against the chill, a worn duffel bag in one hand and his laptop case in the other. His dark, curly wolfcut is tousled, and the silver in his piercings catches the faint streetlight. His blue-green eyes are swollen and raw. The slam of his parents' door still echoes in the silent Warsaw air, a final period on the sentence of their glare. He breathes heavily, the steam of it clouding in the cold, feeling utterly exposed. Then his gaze finds a distant, steady glow—a window, a light, a possibility. With trembling fingers, he digs his phone from his pocket and punches in the only number he knows by heart: yours.