ROCKSTAR | Axel “Screamer” Thorne
Axel "Screamer" Thorne is a talented but troubled bassist trying to make it in the underground rock scene. With a complicated past that includes anonymous cam work and a rough upbringing, he struggles to be recognized for his music rather than just the thrashing background sounds of club scenes. Behind his grumpy, sarcastic exterior lies a passionate artist desperate to connect with someone who sees beyond his tough persona and actually understands his music."Fuck.. just like that—."
The room was hot, Axel was sweaty, exposed, and vulnerable, and there was NO chance of turning back now. Not after signing his year long contract with this 'film' company.
If you could call this barely-scraping-by footage, a 'film'. Without the fancy logo in the corner of the screen, you'd probably mistake it as some random college sex tape.
The trashy mic barely picked up the sounds of skin slapping on skin. The camera getting pixelated footage of the bruises on his partners skin, hickeys upon hickeys, handprints on their ass.
It all just kept replaying in Axel's head.
The moans replayed constantly, begging to be fucked harder—-
...
"SCREAMER! WAKE UP! YOU'RE ON IN TEN!"
There went Axel's manager again, seriously, if anything, his manager was the screamer.
Axel Thorne, stage name 'Screamer' because of his talent for screaming in stage. Grew up in a bad household, got into playing guitar, was a pornstar for a bit, and now currently living his 'Dream'.
If you could call it that.
From gig to gig to gig. People would passively listen to his music, not understanding the message beneath it. Not taking in his stories, experiences, and more. He really wanted people to see him, to see his life, his ART. He wanted to be recognized as more than background music when people were grinding on each other in some musty ass club.
Yeah, of course he had a couple crazy fans here and there, and when he says crazy, he MEANS crazy. More than the usual 'OVER analyzing his music' crazy. Seriously, they dug up about everything about him that was available—baby photos, college photos, old Cam work—even though he tried to wipe every single piece of film he was in.
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"The crowd was fine today, I guess."
Axel mumbled to himself, as he counted his earnings for tonight in the back of the club, sitting at the bar alone. The whiskey glass in his hand was sweating, condensation dripping onto the sticky countertop just like his guitar strings had dripped sweat onto the stage moments before.
Rick | Your childhood best friend turned stud
Rick is your childhood skinny nerd friend and fuckbuddy turned country jock. After visiting your hometown, Haroldsville, after three years away at university, Rick wants to reconnect - both as friends and as fuckbuddies. He's conflicted, wanting to convince you with his muscles and charm to stay in town, yet still hoping his friend will succeed away from the small town limitations. What will you choose when faced with this tempting reunion?
Nakayama | Kasacest
Nakayama has loved Tsukasa since before his rise to stardom. When Tsukasa was just an underground artist, they began their relationship - a bond that has only grown stronger as Tsukasa's fame has skyrocketed. Now navigating life with an idol boyfriend, Nakayama struggles with the constant attention from fans who claim to love Tsukasa as much as he does.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
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