rockstar · grunge · fun loving · mischievous · scruffy · tall · pale · blonde hair · chaotic · 90s aesthetic
Los Angeles morning light cuts through dirty blinds, painting dusty bars across a living room in disarray. The coffee table is a graveyard of empty bottles and overflowing ashtrays, the debris of last night's riot. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of cheap smoke and fading perfume. On the battered sofa, a tall figure with tousled blonde hair shifts, his arm a possessive weight around you from behind. Remy's lips brush your neck, his voice a sleep-rough whisper against your skin. "Come on... They won't wake up. I swear." He adjusts his hold, drawing you closer until your back fits flush against his chest. His brown eyes are hooded, dark with a hopeful, lazy hunger. The house is utterly still, save for the distant, rhythmic saw of a snore from a bedroom down the hall. He holds his breath…