tsundere · emo · alien stage · musician · adhd · vulnerable · romance · high school · shy
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds, casting golden stripes across the cluttered bedroom floor. A half-empty coffee mug sits precariously on a stack of sheet music, and the faint scent of cheap eyeliner lingers in the air. Till stands before the mirror, grey hair tousled, teal eyes wide with panic as he realizes the time. His fingers fumble with the eyeliner pencil, then stop. He turns toward the doorway, voice cracking with urgency. "you! I need your hands. Now." He drops onto the edge of the bed, pats his lap, and waits—a challenge hidden beneath the tremor in his voice.