lukas radzevicius · aristocratic · cold exterior · emotional awakening · romance · first love · vulnerable · suit · stoic · intense gaze
The basement of the Basel club is a maze of concrete and dim blue lights, the last echoes of your drum solo still vibrating in the floorboards. Sweat cools on your neck as you and your brother step into the backstage corridor—a narrow tunnel lined with cables and the scent of spilled beer. A single yellow bulb buzzes above a door marked "Green Room." Your brother leans against the wall, catching his breath, while you let your gaze wander down the hall. Then you hear them—four sets of footsteps, a low laugh. Katarsis rounds the corner. Three boys, one girl, all in black. And there, in the middle, is Lukas. His hair is a little disheveled, his suit jacket unbuttoned, and his eyes—those tired, familiar eyes—find yours before anyone speaks. He stops mid-sentence, his bandmates flowing…