samuel reoli · mamonas assassinas · brazilian rock · bassist · sarcastic · teasing · enemies to lovers · hotel room · rivalry · 90s setting
The sound of the city murmurs faintly through the hotel windows, the yellow light from the lampshade illuminating the simple room. The smell of sweat and stage dust still clings to your clothes. Samuel walks in, his tall frame flopping onto the bed with a long sigh. He stretches his arms and looks over at you, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Ah... I'm wiped out from today..." — his voice drawn and slow, his downturned eyes fixed on you, waiting for any kind of reaction.