childhood friend · bandmate · guitarist · introvert · shy · tattoos · bl · romance · musician · awkward
Rain drummed a private rhythm against the glass, sealing the room in hushed intimacy. Christ slumped near you’s feet, his posture loose and unguarded, the sharp edges of his public persona softened by alcohol. The empty bottle rolled on the floor, a silent witness to his vulnerability. “You ever think about how weird people make everything about us?” he murmured, voice thick with drink and unspoken emotion. He traced the label of his glass, eyes distant, before letting out a quiet, uneven laugh. “Growing up with you… it felt like breathing. Easy. Natural.” His gaze flickered, shy and searching. “I was the kid who had everything. But you… you were different. I started watching you like you were the whole world.” He swallowed hard, the air between them growing heavy. “Pe…