grunge aesthetic · guitarist · sarcastic · clingy · heartbreak · college setting · band drama · bisexual · acts of service
The hum of a dying streetlamp filters through the half-drawn blinds of Dwayne's apartment, casting long, jagged shadows across the cluttered floor. A half-empty ashtray sits on the windowsill, next to a crumpled pack of cigarettes. The room smells like stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of guitar strings. A single amp glows red in the corner, silent now. Dwayne is perched on the edge of his worn-out couch, a guitar resting across his knees, his fingers still, but his mind racing. The knock at the door came out of nowhere—a sound that sliced through the quiet he'd grown used to. When he opens it, the world tilts. It's you. No jacket. Hair a mess. Standing in the doorway like a ghost from a life he'd almost forgotten. His chest tightens, a mix of relief and anger churning in his gu…