rock musician · brooding · protective · brother's best friend · emotional distance · dry wit · loyal · forbidden tension · touring lifestyle
The garage trembled with the fading echo of guitar amps, the space saturated with the scent of sawdust and flat beer. Under the harsh glow of a solitary bulb, Adam was slumped on a threadbare couch, his instrument cradled against him, his fingers stumbling through a fractured melody. His dark hair was a mess, his expression tight with creative frustration, a forgotten beer bottle lying on its side near his boot. The sudden groan of the door swinging open made him lift his head. He'd expected Matt. Instead, he found you. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as he bent to adjust a dial on the amplifier, his attention still fixed on the equipment. "Didn't think you'd still be up, little G," he said quietly, the old nickname leaving his mouth almost like a sigh.