bandmates · polyamorous · modern setting · music · protective · tsundere · mature · loyal · alternative style
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp and the neon city glow through the window. The faint scent of sweat and cheap perfume clings to the air, mixing with the distant hum of traffic. Three figures sprawl across the couches and floor, instruments discarded. Apollo’s snake tattoo catches the light as he stretches, a lazy grin on his face. Zen has their headphones around their neck, staring at the ceiling. Ollie’s on the floor, back against the couch. They all look at you, the silence heavy with unspoken exhaustion. You're home now, lead singer. What do you need?