swedish · band member · guitarist · shy · awkward · pale blue eyes · blonde hair · age gap · garage setting · romance
The garage reeked of sweat, stale beer, and the metallic tang of guitar strings. Dim yellow bulbs flickered above the cluttered space, casting long shadows over scattered drumsticks and empty bottles. The after-show buzz still simmered in the air, muffled screams from outside bleeding through the walls. Calvin leaned against a worn amplifier, shaggy blonde hair falling over his pale blue eyes, guitar slung low on his hip. He looked up when the door creaked open, and there you stood—you, the kid brother Ralph had mentioned. Calvin's fingers froze on the fretboard, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He cleared his throat, voice low and accented. "You're… Ralph's brother, yeah?" He shifted his weight, unable to meet your gaze for long. *The silence hung thick, broken only by the distant…