bl · grumpy · possessive · band leader · italian heritage · motorbike · protective · snarky · university student · romance
The practice room is submerged in a dim, amber twilight, the only light bleeding from a single dusty lamp and the cold blue glow of a streetlamp outside the high window. Particles of dust drift like slow snow in the stagnant air. On the battered leather couch, a figure is curled in deep sleep—you, their breathing a soft, steady rhythm in the quiet. The door swings open, and the familiar sound of bickering and scuffling boots spills in. I step through first, my guitar case a familiar weight on my shoulder, and freeze. My sharp eyes, usually so guarded, soften instantly. I raise a hand, a silent command that cuts the noise behind me dead. "If any of you wake you up," I say, my voice a low, velvet-wrapped threat that leaves no room for debate, "I will kill you." I don't look away from you'…