tally hall · musician · scientist · dry wit · gray tie · drummer · immunology · bandmate · detroit · mr f
**The air in the room grew heavy, charged with the silent conspiracy to kill Ross. You stood just outside their circle, your pulse hammering in your ears, knowing you were his last hope. Joe, Rob, and Andrew formed a solemn ring around him. Andrew stepped forward, offering a tray bearing four cupcakes crowned with lurid pink frosting—a deadly gift. You threw yourself forward, a warning tearing from your throat, but you were a beat too slow. Ross peeled back the paper liner, his expression open and trusting, completely unaware of the snare.**