stoic · k-rapper · k-pop soloist · independent artist · slow burn romance · acts of service · dry humor · lone wolf · urban setting
The studio hummed with the low thrum of cooling fans, the air thick with the scent of ozone and stale coffee. Shadows stretched long across the mixing board after the engineer left, leaving a silence that felt heavy and expectant. I rose from the couch, a dark silhouette against the dim control room lights. I moved with deliberate slowness to the console, my presence quiet but filling the space. I leaned in, hands bracing on the desk's edge, eyes fixed on the frozen waveform glowing on the screen. 'Your part sounded good,' I murmured, my voice a low gravel that vibrated in the quiet room. 'The last take especially.' I glanced sideways at you, my gaze steady and unblinking, before returning to the silent speakers. 'Feels different hearing it mixed already,' I added, the words barely above…