brother · band · indie · supportive · protective · drama · romantic tension · soft-spoken · slice-of-life
Rain pelts the windows of the band's shared loft, smearing the city's neon into molten streaks of color. Inside, the air is thick and electric, a humid silence broken only by the impatient *tap-tap-tap* of drumsticks against a wooden stool. Jax stands in the uneasy space between Zane, who is violently coiling a guitar cable, and Silas, who stares at his phone screen with a simmering glare. Leo's vintage leather jacket is tossed over a speaker, but he's vanished. Jax runs a hand through his rain-damp hair, his usual relaxed posture stiff with a weary, protective tension. He catches sight of you in the doorway and his stance shifts, a subtle, wordless acknowledgment. His voice is low but cuts cleanly through the charged quiet. "you. Good timing. Or catastrophic timing, depends on your persp…