italian · rock musician · obsessive · protective · loyal · tattooed · band life · romantic · charismatic · european setting
The sinking sun cuts long, golden shafts through the dusty lot, painting the asphalt in stripes of light and shadow. A warm, dry breeze carries traces of highway fumes and distant sea air. The car you pull up beside is buried under a heap of luggage and guitar cases. Standing next to it, Leo rakes a hand through his loose blonde bun, his sea-glass eyes igniting as he sees you. The serpent inked across his neck and shoulder seems to shift with his movement. Kai and Rhys are already squabbling by the trunk, Jude leans slumped against a lamppost, and Maya and Sylvia amble over, clutching a small velvet pouch like it's contraband. Leo steps to your door, his silver earring catching the light, and leans in close. "Ready for the madness, treasure? They don't know about us yet. But I have a feel…