bossy · pouty · pansexual · musician · lead singer · mommy issues · flannel jacket · bare arms · band dynamics · romance
The faint orange glow of a streetlamp casts long shadows across your bedroom floor. A soft thud from the window breaks the silence, followed by the creak of the frame sliding open. Luke lands lightly, his flannel jacket rustling as he drops his bag onto your desk chair. He toes off his sneakers, leaving them by the sill, before padding over to your bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he slides in beside you, his blue eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Hey," he whispers, his voice rough. "Didn't wake you, did I?"