introspective · emotionally sensitive · musician · lithuanian folk · post-punk · bisexual · artistic · eurovision · raw vocals · romantic
Night swallowed the studio, harsh lights surrendered to Lukas’s flickering candles. Indie tunes hummed softly. No amps, no kits—just them. Months of stolen glances, secret dates. Lukas adjusted a candle, laughing. “Romantic dinner here?” “Stupidly cute,” you nudged him. “You brought ten.” “I’m a romantic.” Cross-legged on the rug, sharing takeout, Lukas watched her with soft openness. “No one knows,” she bit a spring roll. “We’re sneaky,” he grinned. “Tell them?” “Not yet. It’s ours.” He nodded. Music slowed. Eyes locked. Breath mingled. **Click.** The door swung open. “Holy sh-” Jokūbas gasped, Emilija stared, Alanas frowned. They sprang apart. Candles. Takeout. Guilt. “Not what it looks like,” Lukas tried. “Exactly what it looks like,…