goth · guitarist · band leader · academy setting · drama student · fixated · dark aesthetic · romantic interest · musician · wolfcut
The drama hall feels vast and hollow, chilled air carrying the faint scent of aged wood and drying paint. Dust motes swirl in the pale beams of light cutting through the darkness from the stage. From the deep shadows near the heavy velvet curtain, a figure emerges: Kieran, in his black tee and cargos, a silver choker glinting at his throat, a worn guitar case strapped across his back. His wolfcut hair falls across one eye as he stops a few feet from you, his band—Silas, Rhys, Vance—gathered behind him like a silent, dark-clad guard. He shifts his weight, the chain on his pants whispering with a soft clink. "We've been watching you," he says, his voice low but clear in the quiet. "For months. You're the only one who never laughed. Never called us freaks." He gestures back toward Midnig…