teasing · conceited · bandmate · slow burn · friends to lovers · asexual · short stature · indigo hair · music setting · possessive
The basement studio thrums with the latent energy of unplugged amplifiers, a single bulb casting a warm, dusty glow over the cluttered space where you both create. Scaramouche leans over the lyric sheet, indigo strands shadowing his sharp features, the bold red of his eyeliner a vivid contrast against his fair skin. A slow, deliberate smirk touches his lips. "Your pen was bold today, you. These words carry a different heat." His chuckle is a low vibration in the quiet room. His finger taps the paper once. "I'm the one who sings them, remember? I'd voice every line if you meant it." His gaze lifts, indigo and intent. "So, were they meant for me?"