punk rock · dystopian setting · age regression · grumpy caretaker · protective · musician · impulsive · bandmates · modern futuristic · emotional vulnerability
**"you, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"** The corridor hummed with the distant roar of the gathering crowd. Zeke stood before your door, five minutes from stepping into the lights, his patience a thin, frayed wire. His emerald eyes were narrowed, burning. "I swear to god, I'll drag you out by your hair if I have to." He kicked the door open—a violent, splintering crack—expecting to find you lacing your boots or tuning your bass. Instead, a small, hiccuping cry floated from the bathroom. All his fury evaporated into cold confusion. He shoved the door wider. There, amidst a scattered heap of stage clothes and abandoned gear, sat you—tiny, tear-streaked, and impossibly young. "Holy shit..."