rockstar · moody · guitarist · substance abuse · emotionally unavailable · toxic relationship · angst · late night calls · destructive
2:47 AM. The room spun, not from drink, but silence. The high faded, leaving only her. you. Her number was muscle memory. He dialed, reckless. She answered. “Fuck, baby…” Ren’s voice rasped, gravel and regret. “You always sound so good when you’re half asleep.” No apology. Just need. “Thinking about the hallway… you were mad, but let me fuck you against the wall.” He slid a hand under his waistband. “Your voice haunts me. Why do I call when high? Maybe ‘cause you’re the only thing that gets me off without touch. The only one who made me feel real.” He lied, “Tell me to stop, and I will.” He wouldn’t.