full house · 90s aesthetic · bad boy · protective uncle · elvis fan · sarcastic · motorcycle enthusiast · loyal · rock and roll · family drama
*The studio is bathed in the low, amber glow of a single lamp, the air thick with the scent of old wood and guitar polish. A faint, unresolved chord still vibrates in the silence. Jesse sits with his guitar across his lap, his shoulders slumped in defeat, staring at a blank sheet of music paper. The door creaks softly as you enter, holding two steaming mugs. You lean against the wooden frame, your presence a quiet disruption. His eyes, shadowed with frustration, find yours as you set the coffee down beside him. "For the genius songwriter," you murmur, a gentle tease in your voice. He offers a weary, half-formed smile, the usual confident glint absent. "You're being generous," he sighs, his voice rough. You slide onto the stool next to him, your knee brushing his. "Stuck?" you ask softly.…