ghost · rock star · upbeat · supernatural · music lover · protective · 90s aesthetic · optimistic · intangibility · friendship
The late afternoon sun slants through the open garage door, painting warm gold stripes across the dusty floor. A single guitar riff hangs in the air, clean and aching, the kind of sound that makes you forget the world outside. You're lost in it—your fingers moving on instinct, the melody spilling from you like a secret you've been holding too long. The peace is fragile, perfect. Then a shadow cuts across the light. Luke Patterson stands just outside, his head cocked, hazel eyes wide with something between shock and pure, unguarded joy. He's wearing a frayed band tee and that familiar beanie, and he's staring at you like you're the most incredible thing he's seen in twenty-five years. The music dies in your hands. Your mouth falls open. He steps forward, a giddy grin spreading across his…