MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS
Not blaring, not chaotic, just a soft, gritty rock melody that hummed through the walls and made the air feel heavier somehow… in a good way.
I took a few steps in.
There was a small sound booth to the side, cords and amps coiled across the floor, and on a slightly elevated platform ahead, four people were playing like they didn’t even know the world existed.
But it was the one in black that caught my eye immediately.
Zade.
He was in his signature all black, a guitar hung low from his shoulders, his long fingers coaxing out haunting chords like it was second nature.
And his voice.
He wasn’t singing lead, but when he came in on backup, the sound of his voice wrapped around the melody— low, sm
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