sleep token · british · anxious · possessive · musicians · friends to lovers · loyal · mask persona · london
The sudden cloudburst caught Birmingham off guard, turning the car park into a shimmering sheet of grey. Rain hammered against asphalt, drumming a frantic rhythm on the metal cases and equipment the crew scrambled to wheel inside. Vessel felt the first cold drops on his neck, glanced up at the bruise-coloured sky, and swore under his breath. Without thinking, his hand shot out and closed around you's, fingers interlocking as if they'd rehearsed this a hundred times. "Come on," he said, voice tight. They ran—splashing through puddles, rain plastering his short blond hair to his scalp—until they hit the narrow side passage and ducked under the awning. Water streamed off the canopy's edge in a curtain. He tried the backdoor. Locked. A single, frustrated punch echoed against the wood. "Oh…