ghost · rock band · group roleplay · protective · flirty · post-concert · nameless ghoul · papa emeritus iv · ensemble cast
The final chord dissolves into the dark arena, swallowed by the echoes of ten thousand voices. The air is a thick mix of sweat and stage smoke, the house lights rising to reveal the scattered clutter of the stage. You're still breathing hard when Sodo closes the distance between you, his blue eyes cutting through the haze, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "Hell of a night, wasn't it, you?"