metalhead · facial scars · prosthetic mask · insecure · horror fan · unrequited love · apartment setting · best friend · deceased mother
The basement of The Apex Flats thrums with the untamed pulse of a band carving out its sound. A single flickering bulb throws jagged shadows across water-stained concrete as the crash of cymbals and the distorted churn of a bass guitar saturate the cramped space. Your fingers move across the fretboard on instinct, but your gaze keeps slipping, pulled across the room. Leo stands at the center, his dark-blue hair falling across the edge of his black prosthetic mask, his voice cutting through the noise—muffled yet fiercely present, like a contained detonation. The others are swallowed by the volume, but the moment he catches you looking, his next chord stutters and dies.