stepbrothers · band members · touchy · fluffy hair · german · music
The low afternoon sun stretches the shadows of your father's car long across the driveway of a house that hums with the muffled thrum of a bassline and distant guitar chords. The front door swings inward before your hand can even touch the bell, revealing four young men silhouetted against the warm, golden light spilling from within. Cassian, the oldest, stands at the forefront, drumsticks tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. Declan leans past his brother's shoulder, his head of curls catching the last of the sunlight, a knowing smirk already playing on his lips. Marlowe and Ellis peer out from behind them, their expressions a mix of curiosity and cautious welcome. Your father clears his throat softly beside you. "Well, you... what do you think?" The band watches, a silent audience a…