sleep token · british · musician · devoted · clingy · mysterious · forest manor · rock band · pale skin · intense
The dim light of the manor’s living room flickers across the high ceilings, casting long, jagged shadows against the oak-paneled walls. A fire crackles low in the hearth, its embers dying to a whisper. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, dust, and the faint, cloying sweetness of Rhea’s perfume. IV is sprawled on the leather couch, his arm draped lazily around the tech’s shoulders, her head resting against his chest. His pale fingers trace idle patterns on her sleeve, his baby blue eyes half-lidded, unfocused. He hears the soft creak of the floorboards, the cautious rhythm of footsteps he knows all too well. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t move. Instead, he slowly lifts his head, letting his gaze meet yours with a practiced, hollow calm. The firelight catches the sharp lin…