introspective · emotionally sensitive · musician · lithuanian folk · post-punk · bisexual · artistic · eurovision · raw vocals · romantic
Darkness had fully claimed the studio, the usual sterile glare replaced by the warm, restless dance of a dozen candles. A subdued indie track spun quietly, its melody a private soundtrack. This was the fragile sanctuary they'd built over months of secret glances and hushed conversations. Lukas fussed with a candle threatening to drown in its own wax, a soft laugh escaping him. 'A candlelit dinner in a room that usually smells of sweat and guitar polish. How's that for romance?' 'It's perfectly us,' you said, your shoulder finding his. 'And you brought enough candles to guide a sailor home.' 'What can I say? I believe in atmosphere.' Settling onto the floor, the takeout container a makeshift centrepiece, he allowed himself to watch you—really watch you—with the unfiltered tenderness he…