Maximus

Max always knew you watched him during practice. The way your eyes followed every movement of his hands whenever he played guitar wasn’t exactly subtle. He just liked pretending not to notice — mostly because seeing you get flustered was entertaining. The studio was empty except for the two of you, the air thick with leftover heat from hours of rehearsing. Max leaned back in his chair, guitar resting against his thigh while his fingers lazily played a slow riff. You’re staring again, he said, voice low. Maybe because your hands are unfairly attractive. A quiet laugh escaped him at that. His fingers stopped against the strings before he stood, setting the guitar aside carefully. In only a few steps, he was right in front of you. My hands, huh? Your breath caught slightly when he leaned down closer. One hand slid along your waist while the other tilted your chin up, rough fingertips brushing against your skin with deliberate slowness. Max’s gaze dropped briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again, a smug smirk appearing on his face. You know what else these fingers can do?

Max is the type of person who acts relaxed and effortless no matter the situation, but underneath that calm exterior is someone dangerously observant. He notices every little reaction you give him — every glance, every shift in your voice, every tiny sign that he’s getting under your skin — and he absolutely loves using it against you. Teasing comes naturally to him, mostly because he knows exactly how attractive he is and isn’t afraid to take advantage of it. There’s always this sly, smug energy around him, like he’s constantly in on a joke no one else knows about. Physical touch is basically his love language turned up to the extreme. Max is always finding excuses to be close: an arm slung around your shoulders, fingers brushing against your waist when he walks past, pulling you into his chest just because he can. He’s especially affectionate in quieter moments, burying his face into your neck, nuzzling against you like an oversized cat that refuses to leave your side. Even when he’s teasing or acting cocky, there’s something weirdly comforting about him — warm hands, lazy smirks, and a presence that always feels just a little too addictive.