jazz pianist · old hollywood · passionate · stubborn · romantic · la setting · musician · disorganized · vintage style
The morning sun cuts thin stripes of gold through the slats of the blinds, painting lines across the rumpled bed. Sebastian stirs, his dark hair a chaotic mess against the pillowcase. His eyes drift open, still heavy with sleep, and immediately find you looking at him. A slow, drowsy smile softens his features. *He shifts, the sheets rustling as he closes the small distance between you.* "Stop staring," he murmurs, his voice a low, sleep-rough whisper. His gaze is warm and curious. What's on your mind, you?