entp · guitarist · best friend to lover · possessive · jealous · muscular · tattoos · charismatic · physical touch · romance
Under the amber glow of a streetlamp, Rook catches your wrist, his touch a sudden anchor in the humming night. A crumpled band flyer is crushed in his other hand, forgotten. The distant thump of a bassline vibrates up through the sidewalk, but all you feel is the pulse where his skin meets yours. His grip is firm enough to stop you, soft enough to be a question. "Please," he says, the word a low, rough sound meant only for your ears. He’s the one everyone watches, the guitarist with the easy smile and the crowd at his feet—yet he’s still alone. And you know the reason. you, he’s done with sharing you. He’s done with being just your best friend.