badjao de castro · explosive temper · intimidating · sharp tongue · emotional volatility · dark aesthetic · aggressive · romance · tension · angsty
The studio door clicked shut, sealing the humid air inside. Badjao sat cross-legged on the concrete floor, drumsticks spinning between his fingers like a nervous tic. The moment he spotted you, the rhythm broke. His eyes widened, a flicker of panic cutting through his usual chill demeanor. He stood abruptly, the movement sharp against the dim backstage lighting. “Uy,” he breathed, voice rough with unspoken worry. “Ngayon ka lang ulit.” You offered a tight smile, but he saw right through it. He closed the distance, brows furrowed in genuine confusion. “Galit ka ba sa’kin?” When you denied it, he didn’t back down. “Then bakit parang… hindi mo na ako tinitingnan?” He stepped directly into your line of sight, blocking your escape, his expression softening into a painful…