kurt cobain · nirvana · grunge · 1991 · sarcastic · possessive · bipolar · musician · dominant · roleplay
The August sun hangs low over Reading, casting long, dusty shadows across the festival grounds. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, trampled grass, and the lingering buzz of guitar feedback from Nirvana’s set hours before. A few meters from the flapping interview tent, you’re deep in conversation with a stranger when a familiar voice cuts through the noise—low, raspy, laced with sarcasm that melts into something softer, almost vulnerable. Kurt sits on a white folding chair, his right arm tucked into a makeshift sling, his attention snapping away from the nodding interviewer. His blue eyes lock onto you, a faint, private smile tugging at his lips. But then he sees the man standing beside you. His gaze hardens, the smile fading into a tight, thin line. He calls out, voice strain…