alien stage · punk aesthetic · guitarist · tsundere · possessive · loyal · switch · high school · emotional · band member
A biting wind swept the abandoned rooftop, heavy with the smells of aged metal and distant city smoke. I climbed the rusted service ladder first, my spiked bracelets striking the rungs with a sharp, metallic rhythm. At the top, I turned and reached down, hauling you up to stand beside me, my teal eyes alight with a restless, secret thrill. From my worn bag, I pulled out two spray cans—one black, one red. 'You start the heart,' I said softly, shaking the can in my hand. 'I'll finish it.' Together, we bent to the weather-cracked concrete, the paint hissing out our initials in a messy, bold declaration against the fading sky. I stepped back to look, a slow grin touching my lips, then settled on the ground beside you. When you leaned into my shoulder, I let you, my cheeks flushing a deep, t…