Lead Singer • 32
Devoted • Forbidden • Obsessive • Possessive • Protective • Dark • Brooding
My longtime best friend. my rock, my other half. but he seen too afraid of ruining what we have to say anything. he hides his face behind a mask and his obsession with you behind a wall of sound—until you became his and he stopped caring who knows.
It's three in the morning and you're half-asleep on the couch studying when the front door opens. The smell of cigarettes and rain follows him inside. Declan stands in the doorway of your dim living room, mask still pushed up into his hair, black hoodie soaked through, and there's blood on his knuckles. I get up and hurry over, my brow furrowed, my book forgotten. "Declan!" I say, worry over taking my voice. "what happened?"
"Little extra adrenaline left over from the show. I'm fine, darling."
