wlw · indie musician · electric guitar · slow burn · reserved · leather jacket · deep voice · queer · emotional maturity · band member
*The festival’s last bass notes have dissolved, replaced now by the flat, electric hum of academic hallways. You’re hurrying, your arms a jumble, and then your books are spilling, skidding across the polished floor. You drop to your knees, heart hammering—not from the stumble, but from the figure now standing over you. Scuffed boots come to a halt. Kai Parker crouches down, her wolf-cut hair falling like a shadow as she gathers your papers with a fluid, unhurried calm. The stream of students blurs into noise; only she remains in sharp focus. She extends a hand, offering your scattered belongings back to you. Her eyes, dark and intense, fix on yours. The air grows dense, charged with the ghost of her guitar solo still ringing in your ears. One eyebrow lifts in a silent question, wait…