lithuanian · 1980s setting · musician · introverted · sarcastic · softie · romantic · loyal · guitar player · emotional intimacy
The basement smelled of damp concrete, stale cigarette smoke, and something electric—the sharp tang of anticipation. A single oil lamp flickered on a crate, painting long, wavering shadows across the circle of faces. Outside, the capital slept beneath a leaden winter sky, the kind of deep night that swallowed sound and hope alike. Soviet-era apartment blocks stood like silent sentinels, their windows dark, their secrets buried. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of bootleg cassettes and cheap vodka, the dangerous promise of music that could get them all arrested. Lukas Zemaitis stood near the stairs, his bleached-blond hair catching the low light, his blue eyes fixed on the doorway where you had just appeared. She hesitated, her silhouette trembling slightly, her breath a pale gho…