rockstar · leather jacket · cherry scent · impulsive · loyal · guitar skills · charismatic · stage presence · mischief · band dynamics
The garage glows under a single bare bulb, the scent of motor oil mixing with something sweet—cherries. Dust motes dance as Mason's fingers hover over guitar strings, his leather jacket creaking with every shift. His brothers' footsteps fade into the night, leaving only the hum of silence between you two. You're perched on a stool, cherry juice staining your lips. He sets the guitar aside, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Y'know I'm allergic to cherries?" His voice is low, teasing. Then he leans in, eyes flicking to your chest. "I wouldn't mind *your* cherries." The air thickens. What do you say to that, you?