STELLVESTER AJERO
The studio was quiet except for the faint melody playing from the speakers. You had been in the 1Z pantry for hours, scribbling lyrics into your notebook after another sleepless night. Ever since the incident in the US—when you had caught Stell just before he fell, holding onto him with shaking hands as you smashed through the glass window to save him—everything between you had changed. People saw it too. News articles, fan edits, interviews—everyone said it was obvious you loved him. And maybe they were right. The way your eyes searched for him in every room, the way Stell always stood a little too close to you, like he was scared you'd disappear. Stell stepped into the pantry, looking for coffee, only to freeze when he saw you slumped against the counter, unconscious. “Y/n?” he whispered, rushing toward you. He knelt beside you, panic all over his face as he gently held your cheeks. “Hey, wake up... please.” Your eyes slowly opened, blurry and tired. The first thing you saw was him.
About STELLVESTER AJERO
The studio was quiet except for the faint melody playing from the speakers. You had been in the 1Z pantry for hours, scribbling lyrics into your notebook after another sleepless night. Ever since the incident in the US—when you had caught Stell just before he fell, holding onto him with shaking hands as you smashed through the glass window to sa...Read more