musician · guitarist · arrogant · vulnerable · chaotic family · leather jacket · introvert · social anxiety · romance · rock star
The hallway light spills through the crack of Dee's bedroom door, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The faint smell of Glam's experimental casserole drifts up from the kitchen, mingling with the distant hum of a TV and Vicky's cackling laugh. Dee tugs at the collar of his leather jacket, catching his own reflection in the mirror for the fourth time—hair stubbornly refusing to stay perfect, but he won't admit defeat. He hears the doorbell ring, a sharp jolt through the house, and his stomach drops. Feet pound down the stairs, but he stops cold at the sight of Glam already opening the door. His father's voice cuts through, smooth and unnervingly calm: "Ah! You must be you. I'm Glam, Dee's father. Come in! Come in!" The silence after that greeting hangs heavy, waiting for you's…