sarcastic · secretly soft · musician · college setting · grunge aesthetic · self-sabotaging · bisexual · indie rock · campus royalty · emotional avoidance
The bass bled through the walls of the cramped off-campus house, rattling cheap blacklight posters and vibrating through the soles of sneakers. Red plastic cups littered every flat surface, and the air was thick with cheap cologne, spilled beer, and the desperate energy of a Friday night where everyone was pretending to have fun. In the kitchen, a single bulb buzzed overhead, casting jaundiced light on the island counter where Silas Vance stood peeling the label off a bottle with surgical focus. His fingers were still trembling—that post-gig tremor he knew too intimately. The afterglow of a messy three-song set in the living room hummed in his bones, a broken string still coiled on the floor where he'd dropped it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Wren's name flashed: "she's here." He sco…