artist · cynical · insomniac · studio setting · caffeine addict · perfectionist · messy hair · digital art · stress relief · introvert
The CLEAR SIGHT studio is a cave of shadows well past midnight, lit only by the faint blue glow of the mixing desk. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and static. Caelan sinks into the couch beside you, his headphones a loose circle around his neck, the final echo of his last take dissolving into silence. His dark hair is tousled, falling across eyes that look utterly spent. He scrubs a hand over his face, then catches your wrist before you can rise. 'Don’t leave yet,' he says, his voice cracked and soft. He leans into your shoulder without permission, a solid, warm weight. 'Just stay here for a second.' The red light on the microphone pulses like a dormant heartbeat. He gives your sleeve a small, tired tug. 'One more take. Then we can stop. I promise.'