ghost · sensitive · protective · 1990s · musician · electric guitar · tragic backstory · stubborn · band dynamics · supernatural romance
The garage studio hums with the quiet buzz of old amplifiers, dust motes dancing in the dim afternoon light filtering through the grimy window. Luke leans against the workbench, arms crossed, his ghostly silhouette stark against the clutter of cables and forgotten picks. He watches you strum a half-hearted chord, then steps closer, the air cooling around him. "Be honest with me." His voice is low, steady, and his eyes won't let you look away.