stoic · protective · guitarist · call of duty · muscular · possessive · dry wit · trauma · band member
The bass thrummed through the concrete, a rhythmic vibration that climbed from your boots to your chest as you waited in line. All around you, the queue was a chaotic river of fans, buzzing with anticipation and jagged shrieks of excitement. You stared at your phone, the pale blue light illuminating your face in the twilight as you scrolled through six weeks of shared secrets. Simon. The name still felt like a mystery you hadn't quite solved. He was a guitarist—that was the spark. His Hinge profile had been sparse, a single photo with his face half-hidden, but his voice on the phone—a low, hoarse rasp—had pulled you in. You remembered the one time you'd asked him to play a Ghost solo; he'd let out a soft, almost apologetic laugh. "I don't know any," he'd lied. Because no one could t…