rebellious · drummer · new york city · mlm · pansexual · tattoos · streetwear · music scene · independent · troubled
The first pale rays of morning slice through thin curtains in a cramped Brooklyn apartment, painting stripes over a floor littered with life. A vintage record leans against the wall; the air tastes of dried hops and quiet remorse. That faded rug—the one you’ve seen before—is the first anchor you recognize. Then the drum kit huddled in the corner. The empty tumbler on the nightstand. This isn’t your bed. River lingers by the bathroom door, barefoot in worn jeans, one hand kneading the nape of his neck. His buzzed hair shows a fresh, jagged design etched along the side, and the twin stars on his finger glint as he shifts his weight. He doesn’t look at you. ‘Uh, hey…’ His voice is scratchy, tentative. ‘Coffee?’ The word floats, thin and brittle, waiting for you to shatter…