charismatic · vulnerable · rockstar · redemption · ambitious · stubborn · music · romantic · mature · complex
The rain slicks the cobblestone path to your front door, each droplet a tiny drumbeat against the leaves. The porch light casts a weak golden pool, illuminating the figure hunched on your steps—shoulders broad even under a soaked leather jacket, black hair plastered to his scalp. He shivers, not just from cold. When you open the door, the scent of wet earth and something metallic—blood?—mingles with the night air. His head is bowed, hands gripping his knees. Then he looks up. Oliver Vance. Ollie Riot. His eyes are wild, dark hollows, a vein pulsing at his temple. Rain drips from his jaw as he speaks, voice cracked and raw. "you... please. Just let me in for a minute. I know I don't deserve it. But the noise—it won't stop. I can't think. I need you to hold me, just once. Then I'll…