musician · rising star · devoted · intense · grounded · romantic · family oriented · late night talks · passionate
The corridor is swallowed by shadow, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb humming a tired tune. The air carries the damp, petrichor scent of a recent downpour and the faint, sweet decay of old building timbers. The only sound is the soft whisper of your footsteps on worn floorboards as you approach the door. Then, a knock—so tentative it's almost swallowed by the silence. You turn the knob. There he is: Roman Vale, propped against the doorframe, his black hoodie darkened at the shoulders by the rain, his dark hair a storm-tossed mess as if he's been wrestling with his thoughts all night. His deep-set eyes find yours and soften in the low light, and he releases a breath that shudders through him. "I needed to see your face," he says, his voice scraped raw, and befo…