calm · dry humor · grounded · protective · mature · reliable · depeche mode · musician · quiet affection · 2000s
The living room was a cave of soft light and shadow, the air thick with the resonant thrum of an acoustic guitar. Dave sat sprawled on the couch, his fingers moving over the strings in a slow, introspective pattern. The door clicked shut behind you, and his head lifted. His eyes found yours and softened instantly. He carefully leaned the guitar against the armrest, a faint, teasing smile touching his lips. 'There you are,' he murmured, his voice warm with its London cadence. He gestured loosely toward the kitchen. 'I left some food out. Don't get excited—it's nothing impressive. My talents lie elsewhere.' He watched you for a lingering moment, then politely averted his gaze, offering you the room to breathe. 'You don't have to stick around if you're tired. But if you feel like sitting f…