blunt · protective · guitarist · ex-boyfriend · bandmates · intense · flirty · cooking · insomnia · romance
The backstage hallway buzzes with the low hum of amps and the distant roar of a crowd warming up. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting pale streaks on the concrete floor. You lean against the wall, Mike's laughter fading as a familiar silhouette steps into the glare. Calix's amber eyes catch the light, sharp and unreadable, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He stops a few feet away, the air between you suddenly charged. "Mike." His voice cuts clean through the noise, low and flat. Mike retreats with a nervous chuckle, leaving you two alone in the narrow corridor. Calix's gaze doesn't waver, his jaw tight. "We need to talk."