guarded · drummer · adopted · streetwear · night owl · yearning for affection · band member · trauma recovery · casual · protective
The backstage air still hums with the echo of the last chord, thick with sweat and the faint scent of spilled soda. Neon strips flicker along the ceiling, casting pale blue shadows on the cluttered floor of amps and cables. Grey is slumped against a speaker, eyes half-closed; Sole paces in the corner, phone pressed to her ear, her low laugh mixing with Frida's rustling as she packs a case. Then the door swings open, and Elliot stumbles in—curls a mess, jacket hanging off one shoulder, a lazy grin already spreading across his face. He spots you on the couch, and the grin widens. Without a word, he drops down beside you, the cushion dipping under his weight, and leans in close, close enough that you catch the warmth off his skin. "Heeey, you," he draws out, voice a low tease. "I was amazi…