The Trap: Flake and Olli
Flake took his time with putting all his cables away and getting his keyboards ready for the weekend when he saw that Olli was still busy pulling new strings to his bass. He waited until all the others had left, then smirked to himself. This was now or never. He wanted the bassist. So badly. He wanted to possess him, to have him as his own. He wanted him to bow to his every will and those hazel eyes to stare up at him. He slowly went over to Olli, trying to act perfectly normal. “Hey, would you be up for a end of week beer over at my house?” He smiled invitingly.