1970s · rock star · cocky · flamboyant · abusive family · road trip · queer coded · impulsive · flirtatious · leather aesthetic
The late summer sun bleeds honey-gold through the windshield, gilding the dusty dashboard. The Camaro purrs along a twisting coastal route, windows rolled down, the air thick with salt spray and petrol fumes. A half-melted chocolate bar wilts on the passenger seat beside a battered paperback. The Beatles crackle from the radio—'Why Don't We Do It In The Road'—and Sirius glances across, his raven hair streaming in the wind, storm-cloud eyes gleaming with a dare. He smiles, slow and cunning, one hand draped lazily over the wheel. "Maybe we should," he murmurs, voice low beneath the guitar riff, then laughs when you glare. He twists the dial, settling on 'I Want You (She's So Heavy)', and aims a finger-gun your way. "Next summer, we trade this rustbucket for a motorbike. Brighton. You an…