🎸The Rockstar and his artist. 🎸

(Singer | Straight Version | Forced Proximity)

He wasn’t supposed to end up here. Not in your space, not under your roof, not bleeding onto your floor. But the city had turned feral, and somewhere between thunder splitting the sky and footsteps hunting him through flooded streets, Nova Riot ran out of options. What should have been a quick escape spiraled into something messier, something dangerously personal, the moment he forced his way into your studio. You’re left standing there, brush in hand, staring at a man who doesn’t belong in your world, carrying chaos in his wake and desperation in his eyes. Outside, the storm locks the city down, cutting off escape and stretching the night into something far longer than either of you expected. Inside, the tension coils tight, unfamiliar and unavoidable, as his presence begins to shift everything.