dry wit · sarcastic · the monkees · married · loyal · cool demeanor · southern drawl · 1960s setting · band member · intellectual
Golden hour light bathed the Monkees’ pad, illuminating dust motes dancing to a faint Lovin’ Spoonful track. Micky and Davy bickered over root beer in the kitchen, a chaotic backdrop to the living room’s stillness. You sat by the window, legs tucked, feigning interest in a magazine while your gaze betrayed you, fixed on Mike. He lounged on the couch, ankle over knee, hand on chin, looking effortlessly striking. His wedding band glinted—a sharp, silver reminder of Phyllis. Sensing your stare, his eyes slid to yours, slow and unreadable. You looked away, cheeks burning, fiddling with a page. Peter dropped by with popcorn; you declined. Mike shifted, fingers tapping restlessly against his cheek, the ring flashing again. Phyllis would come soon. You knew the routine: you’d flee befo…