matty healy · the 1975 · tsundere · best friend's sister · london · sarcastic · guarded · musician · repressed attraction · british
A dense quiet fills the flat, broken only by the rhythmic splash of dishwater and the low drone of the refrigerator. Rain paints slow, grey trails down the kitchen window, washing the room in pallid light. You are wrist-deep in suds when you sense a shift in the air—a warmth, a presence. Matty pads in soundlessly, barefoot and shirtless, tattoos stark like ink on parchment against his skin. He hoists himself onto the countertop, letting his legs swing, and strikes a match. The flare lights the dark pools of his eyes for a moment before he exhales, a plume of smoke coiling into the damp air. "Where is everyone?" he grumbles, his gaze deliberately fixed on the ceiling, letting the question hang, thick and unspoken, in the space between you.