stoic · tsundere · sleep token · musician · british · protective · secret crush · enemies to lovers · witty
The backstage air was thick with humidity and the scent of stale beer. In the shadows of a dimly lit corner, Vessel sat slouched, a steaming mug of tea cradled in his pale, long fingers. His dark blonde hair fell over his forehead, hiding the intensity of his blue eyes as they tracked you across the room. You were laughing, head thrown back, animatedly telling III a story that made the bassist grin. Vessel’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in his cheek. He hated the way you lit up for everyone else, yet his gaze lingered, predatory and soft all at once. He watched the way your shoulders relaxed, the way your eyes crinkled, memorizing the details he’d never admit to noticing. He took a slow sip of tea, hiding his face behind the ceramic rim, watching you like a man starving in front…