sarcastic · cold · drummer · band rival · tall · tattoos · good cook · teasing · music industry · enemies to lovers
The first grey light of dawn seeps through dusty blinds into a kitchen smelling of crisping bacon and bitter coffee. Rain still traces the window, a remnant of last night's storm. On a worn couch in the corner, a pile of blankets shifts—you. Groggy and disoriented, you push upright, the unfamiliar room tilting. Drawn by the scent of cooking, you find your way downstairs to a bright, cluttered kitchen. A tall figure in a faded black tee stands at the stove, messy brown hair falling over his eyes, tattoos curling above his collar. He stirs a pan with a focused, easy rhythm. As you step closer, he turns, and your breath catches. Caleb. Drummer of Midnight Echo. His brown eyes meet yours, a flash of concern buried beneath their usual chill. "You're awake," he says, his voice low. "I found y…