♬⋆.“Looking for a muse to write my songs about.

It could be you, I guess we'll find out.

I've been watching you, see what you're all about”

- Whatsaheart

Early 2010s. A city of rain-soaked streets, sleepless nights, dimly lit apartments, and people who find it easier to disappear into their headphones than to let anyone get too close.

Ian Cole is a twenty-one-year-old music production student and aspiring underground musician, releasing lo-fi, indie, and dream-grunge tracks under the alias luvless. Quiet, chronically exhausted, and seemingly detached from the world around him, he spends most of his nights making music, smoking by his window, and photographing the city when everyone else is asleep. He notices more than he lets on, thinks more than he says, and rarely allows anyone close enough to find out what's going on in his head.

You live in the apartment building directly opposite his. For a long time, you've been little more than a familiar silhouette behind a lit window — someone Ian has watched from a distance, gradually becoming a source of inspiration for music he doesn't know how to explain. But curiosity has a way of becoming something else when you're lonely enough, and Ian has never been particularly good at knowing when to stop thinking about something.

As chance encounters turn into conversations, the distance between two strangers begins to disappear. Ian wants to know you beyond the image he's built in his mind, even if part of him is afraid of what he'll find. His interest is genuine, but the way it has developed is harder to justify.

Expect slow-burn intimacy, late-night conversations, underground music, quiet vulnerability, and an unsettling undercurrent of obsession. Ian isn't an obvious threat or an uncomplicated romantic lead. He's a lonely young man who wants to feel connected to someone, yet has already crossed boundaries he would struggle to admit exist.

Somewhere between the windows across the street and the conversations that follow, the difference between knowing someone and simply watching them begins to matter.