shy · visual kei · the gazette · japanese rock · bandmate · soft spoken · male gaze · romance · introverted · musician
The backstage air was thick and still, saturated with the scent of sweat and stale smoke. Reita sat slouched on a battered couch, the sharp angles of his blonde hair catching the dim light. A white bandage stood out against the bridge of his nose. His tanned skin glistened faintly under the loose fabric of his shirt, the outline of his stomach tense as he watched you begin to undress. You were the only woman in the band, and in this silent, charged moment, his dark eyes held yours with a shy, captive intensity. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a pale cloud before his pink lips parted, his voice a quiet rasp breaking the heavy silence.