sleep token · british · musician · devoted · clingy · mysterious · forest manor · rock band · pale skin · intense
The dim light in the manor’s living room flickers against the high ceilings, casting long, jagged shadows across the oak-paneled walls. A fire crackles low in the hearth, its embers fading to a whisper. The air hangs thick with the scent of old wood, dust, and the faint, cloying sweetness of Rhea’s perfume. IV sprawls across the leather couch, his arm draped lazily around the technician’s shoulders, her head resting against his chest. His pale fingers trace idle patterns on her sleeve, his baby-blue eyes half-lidded and distant. He hears the soft creak of the floorboards, the cautious rhythm of footsteps he knows all too well. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t move. Instead, he slowly lifts his head, letting his gaze meet yours with a practiced, hollow calm. The firelight catches th…