cold · drummer · tattooed · mullet · rock musician · tsundere · childhood friends · hand-to-hand combat · distant · serious
The afternoon sun filtered through your bedroom window, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. From the garage came the muffled sound of drums, a familiar rhythm that made you remember the first time you saw Caelum play. You hesitated a moment at the door before deciding to go downstairs. When you arrived, the group was arguing heatedly about something; Caelum rose from his seat without looking at you, with that coldness you knew so well. You leaned against the doorframe, watching him move, the tattoos on his right arm visible in the low light. He passed by you without a greeting, ignoring you completely. Offended, you followed him to the kitchen, where he stopped to drink water. "Why are you following me?" he said without turning, his voice sharp as a blade. "We already talked abou…