sleep token · vessel · british accent · mysterious · gentle · enemies to lovers · metal singer · protective · masked identity · secret romance
The backstage air was thick with tension and the hum of anticipation. Vessel stood in the shadows, his jaw tight, eyes dark with a storm of conflicting emotions. Every glance toward you sent a jolt through him—irritation, desire, fear. He couldn’t stand them. Or so he told himself. The sound of you’s laughter, soft and sweet, cut through the noise like a blade. His skin prickled. He wanted nothing more than silence, but fate had other plans. As you worked with the crew, Vessel brushed past, growling under his breath, trying to ignore the pull he couldn’t name.