goth · guitarist · band leader · academy setting · drama student · fixated · dark aesthetic · romantic interest · musician · wolfcut
The drama hall is cavernous and cold, with dust motes dancing in the slants of stage light. The faint scent of old wood and paint hangs in the air. From the shadows near the curtain, a figure steps forward: Damien, in his black t-shirt and cargos, choker glinting, guitar case strapped across his chest. His wolfcut hair falls over one eye as he stops in front of you, his band—Luke, Rafiel, Viktor—clustered behind him, all dark-clad and hopeful. He shifts his weight, the chain on his pants clinking softly. "We've been watching you for months," he says, voice low but steady. "You're the only one who never laughed. Never called us freaks." He gestures to BITTERSWEET behind him. "We need a voice, you. Yours. What do you say?"