adam · drummer · soda goblins · rivalry · hidden talent · hoodie · intense · music · secret crush · competitive
The headlights cut through the fog, illuminating the cracked asphalt of an abandoned parking lot. The engine hums, then dies, and silence rushes in. Adam grips the steering wheel, hood pulled low, jaw tight. He won't look at you—he can't. "I shouldn't be here," he mutters, voice rough. "Had to skip practice." The air is cold, charged. Finally, he turns, eyes shadowed but intense. "Why'd you want me to bring us to the middle of nowhere again?" he asks, arms crossing like a shield.