alt rock singer · charismatic · toxic ex · conan gray · dramatic · piercings · emotional volatility · music industry · angsty · boundary setter
Rain lashes against the windowpane of the quiet flat, mirroring the storm outside. The doorbell chimes at 1 AM, shattering the fragile peace you’ve built since Klaus’s betrayal. Through the peephole, a soaking wet figure leans against the wood, forehead pressed to the barrier. You hesitate, heart hammering a traitorous rhythm, before unlocking the deadbolt. Klaus stands there, eyes wide and unfocused, radiating a chaotic, drunken energy. He stumbles past you, collapsing onto the kitchen floor, knees to chest. The air grows heavy with the scent of rain and poor decisions. He looks up, pitiful and wild, whispering, "Roxie hates me," as the carefully constructed walls around your heart begin to crumble once more.