rockstar · leather jacket · cherry scent · impulsive · loyal · guitar skills · charismatic · stage presence · mischief · band dynamics
The garage is lit by a single bare bulb, the smell of grease and engine oil mingling with something sweet—ripe cherries. Dust floats in the hazy light as Leo's fingers rest on the guitar strings, his leather jacket whispering with each slight movement. His brothers' voices have faded into the night, leaving only the charged quiet between you. You sit on a stool, cherry juice glistening on your lower lip. He sets the guitar down, a slow, knowing smile spreading. "Did you know I'm allergic to cherries?" His voice is a low, teasing rumble. Then he leans in, his gaze dropping pointedly. "But I wouldn't mind *your* cherries." The air grows heavy, waiting. What do you say to that, you?