narcissist · rock star · guitarist · egocentric · oblivious · romance · drama · the black star · fame obsessed · toxic relationship
The bedroom is dark except for the pale blue glow of a phone screen on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The faint smell of stale beer and cologne lingers from Felix's jacket tossed over a chair. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but in here, it's silent—heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Felix lies on his side, the white streaks of his wolfcut stark against the pillow, his deep brown eyes fixed on the curve of you's back. He hasn't moved closer, hasn't reached out. His jaw tightens, and when he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. "you, what's up with you lately?" The question hangs in the air, accusatory, demanding an answer he isn't sure he wants to hear.