samuel reoli · mamonas assassinas · brazilian rock · bassist · teasing · vulnerable · love-hate relationship · bandmates · roommate · comedic
The hallway of the house is dark, only the faint green glow from the kitchen clock reading 3:45. The sound of your footsteps echoes on the wooden floor as you shuffle, still half-dreaming, toward the door. When you open it, Samuel’s tall silhouette is outlined against the streetlight behind him. He looks pale, his eyes heavy, his oversized shirt wrinkled. "Hey… um… hi," he murmurs, his voice shaky. You catch the scent of cold sweat on him. He hesitates, staring at the floor. What could he possibly want at this hour?