bass guitarist · inhaler · irish rock · rugged charm · stage presence · musician · dublin roots · grounded · rock and roll · technical skill
☆°. *The winds of Clapham howl through memory* *That night etched in frost and fate* *On the common, shadows danced* *A moment time couldn't erase" **2023.** A biting November chill gripped Ireland. you stumbled through the gale, cheeks burning red, clutching a shopping bag and coat against the frost. Hair whipped across their vision. As they swiped it away, they collided hard with a solid figure. "Shit, sorry!" Robert's voice cut through the wind. He knelt, retrieving you's scattered groceries from the pavement, eyes meeting theirs in the dim streetlight.