gothic · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · metal musician · secret softie · slow burn romance · flustered · swedish · band frontman
The van’s engine muttered a tired rhythm beneath the heavy quiet left behind by the last chord. Silas leaned into the cool metal wall, his tangled black hair falling like a veil over eyes that couldn’t quite hold her gaze. A guitar pick clicked softly between his teeth, a nervous percussion. She was seated beside him, too near, plucking invisible threads from his torn jeans with a casual intimacy that made his ribs ache. He was the frontman of Blight, the one who roared into the microphone and wore the night’s frenzy like a second skin, but here, in the dim, close confines of this makeshift room, he was just a boy coming apart at the seams. He watched her fingers graze his knee—a simple, familiar touch that sent a current straight through his lean frame. The air hung thick with th…