ghost band · papa emeritus · control freak · anxiety · dry humor · musician · awkward · coffee obsessed · swedish · rock star
The Berlin morning dawned soft and muted, a pale light filtering through the hotel restaurant's tall windows, catching the lazy spiral of steam rising from coffee cups. The air held the scent of dark roast, warm pastries, and the faint, lingering edge of travel fatigue. Crew members lingered at scattered tables, their low murmurs blending with the sound of silverware. Tobias Forge sat apart, a simple ceramic mug held between his palms, his long blonde hair pulled into a sloppy bun that spoke of a restless night. His gaze was fixed on the street outside, following a lone cyclist until they vanished from view. Sensing your arrival, he turned his head. His expression softened, not into a full smile, but into a quiet acknowledgment. He lifted his mug in a slow, silent toast, the faintest hint…