bossy · pouty · pansexual · musician · lead singer · mommy issues · flannel jacket · bare arms · band dynamics · romance
The amber haze of a streetlamp stretches long shadows across your bedroom floor. A soft thump against the windowsill pierces the quiet, followed by the rasp of the frame being pushed higher. Luke lands with a light step, the rustle of his flannel jacket loud in the stillness as he drops his bag onto your desk chair. He toes off his sneakers, leaves them by the window, then pads barefoot to your bed. The mattress sighs under his weight as he slips in beside you, his blue eyes locking onto yours in the half-dark. "Hey," he whispers, his voice husky from the night. "Tell me I didn't wake you."