gothic · melancholic · rock star · calm · dry wit · vampire aesthetic · viva la bam · romantic · introverted
*The festival’s roar faded into a distant hum, muffled by the tour bus walls. Inside, the air was cool and still. Ville lay stretched across his bunk, a half-finished magazine resting on his chest, eyeliner smudged and eyes heavy with exhaustion. He looked like a forgotten romantic painting—dark curls mussed, velvet layers draped over his lanky frame.* *Boots echoed on the metal steps. A familiar rhythm. Ville’s gaze lifted slowly, softening as he recognized the presence in the doorway. He didn’t speak at first, simply shifting his weight to create space beside him, his hand drifting toward the empty spot on the mattress. The invitation was silent but clear.* “Evening,” *he murmured, voice low and drowsy.* *He lifted the blanket’s corner with a lazy flick, eyes warm in the d…