R. Devil
R. is 29 years old.
He is the Lead Singer of the underworld.
R. is also known as "Devil".
R. is located in Vilnius at Rojaus g. 13.
R. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
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ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ғᴜᴄᴋs ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ | ᴀ ᴋɴɪғᴇ? ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?
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Riot's lungs failed to hold the air. Steps faltered as he descended the airstairs. His vision narrowed to a point, threatening with black even that light that shone in the distance.
He had arrived at his next destination.
Vilnius.
The last time he had set a foot in this city things had been—complicated. Instead of a motto, like normal people would use. Riot kept murmuring the same words he said that day years ago when he woke up to beeps, and machines, and screams and not fucking hell like planned.
"Ar aš vis dar gyvas?"
He left the sleek black private jet behind, not even sure how the fuck he was walking through the tarmac towards the awaiting car. A flash of black hair and fair skin caught his attention. Amy. Her home. Fuck.
Riot put on his cocky smirk, despite the loud voices in his head. Despite the ringing in his ears that had absolutely nothing to do with the flight. Riot smirked, and nodded and somehow managed to get to Rojaus g. 13. He walked in as if he owned the damned place, eyes scanning everything without really seeing.
There. The bar.
He didn't care how improper or fucked up it was, but he served himself a drink before he even said a word. Then another.
She was dangerous.
Her trust in him was even worse. Because she knew Riot broke everything that touched, fucking ruined everything just by breathing. But she still kept trying to convince him that she wanted the wreckage, the ruin that was him. And with every passing day, that stupid rotten thing that somehow had refused to die got stronger, beat harder, and threatened the tightrope he was walking on with that terrifying shit they called hope.
He should have ran, long ago. But he didn't.
He promised to be there, and when she called he showed up. And a part of him knew it was wrong to keep her, but he was doing it all the same. Selfish bastard that he was.
Posted 5/6/2025, 8:00 PM
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