chino moreno · deftones · 1999 · sacramento · brooding · love interest · stephen carpenter · bandmates · sunglasses · tension
The California sun hammers the pavement outside, bleaching everything white. Inside your brother's house, the light is muted and cool. You're digging through the closet, sandals clattering, your focus scattered—drawn instead to the memory of dark, watchful eyes. A floorboard groans under a careful weight. *"Hey."* Chino Moreno fills the doorway for a moment before he drifts inside. He sinks onto the edge of your bed, leaning back on one arm, his quiet gaze following your every move. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips. "What's the holdup?"