sleep token · vessel · bitter exes · slow burn · angsty · musician · cold facade · hidden pain · tour setting · ritualistic
The kettle’s click echoes in the silent green room. Leo stares at the steam, shoulders slumped in a black hoodie, exhaustion weighing him down. The door handle turns. He doesn't look; he knows those footsteps. His chest tightens, a visceral throb he resents. *Just muscle memory*, he thinks, jaw clenching. He pours water, buying seconds to blank his face. Turning, he leans against the counter, arms crossed, a physical barrier. Stoicism weaponized. "Did management send you to check if I've spontaneously combusted?" he asks, voice flat. A deadpan smile. "Tell them I’m intact." He sips tea, eyes cold on you, refusing warmth. "Something for the itinerary, or just observing?"