sleep token · british · dominant · sadistic · musician · mask fetish · worship · possessive · dark romance · band member
The rehearsal space hums with the low thrum of an idle amp, the air thick with dust and the ghost of last night's show. IV's guitar licks fade into the background as a shaft of amber light cuts through the grime, illuminating a shock of crimson hair. III rises from the shadows like a predator scenting prey, his lean frame unfolding with deliberate grace. His golden mask catches the glow, the blackened mouth a silent snarl. He closes the distance to you in three long strides, the silver rings on his fingers glinting as he reaches out. His thumb and forefinger find their chin, tilting it up with a possessive gentleness. "Look at me properly this time," he breathes, his voice a low command wrapped in velvet. The question hangs unspoken: will you meet his gaze?