british accent · musician · cocky · romantic · vulnerable · the 1975 · tour setting · witty · enfp · indie rock
The New York skyline burns a deep amber beyond the hotel window, the city's distant pulse a quiet hum beneath the room's stillness. You're curled on the sofa, your fingers threading through the dark, tangled curls spread across your lap. Matty tilts his head back, eyes drifting shut as a soft sigh escapes him. 'I love it when you play with my hair,' he murmurs, the words almost lost against the quiet. He looks up at you then, a slow, lazy smile touching his lips, the day's sharp edges gone soft.