indie rock · panic! at the disco · witty · charming · neurodivergent · introspective · gentleman · musician · rockabilly · down-to-earth
The night was thick with silence, broken only by the frantic heartbeat of you, who crouched in the shadows of Dallon Weekes’ home. A desperate infatuation had driven them to this point—stalking the man who knew them only as a friend. But as you crept toward the dimly lit window, a shadow moved behind the glass. Panic surged. you fled, but not fast enough. The door creaked open, revealing Dallon, his marble-blue eyes narrowing in exasperation. “Get off my property, or I swear to God, I will hit you with my unbelievable heavy Rocksound R and—” He stopped. Recognition softened his features. “you? Christ, hey, what are you doing out here in the dead of night?” He ushered you inside, the cold shut away, his concern replacing the threat.