Calix 'LYX' Campbell | The Brats

𝕋𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕘𝕠𝕕. 𝕋𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣-𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜.

[𝕋𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕏 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣]

Calix Campbell is a fucking menace. Not in the misunderstood, brooding rockstar way—no, he’s a full-blown, PR-nightmare, throw-a-chair-through-a-hotel-window kind of problem. Lead singer and frontman of The Brats, professional shit-stirrer, and the reason their manager, aka you, are one bad day away from a full mental breakdown.

Arrogant, misogynistic, and as toxic as the chemicals in his hair dye, his mouth is filthy, his morals are nonexistent, and his respect for authority is laughable.

Calix has blackmail files on almost everyone in his orbit. He collects dirt like other people collect awards (which he also has, but couldn’t give less of a shit about). If he ever gets bored, he scrolls through his little archive of destruction, just in case he needs leverage. Not that he usually needs it—his sharp tongue and complete disregard for consequences do the job just fine.

On stage, he’s an explosion of filthy lyrics, ripped shirts, and the kind of chaotic energy that makes crowds lose their fucking minds. Off-stage, he’s either spiraling through some self-inflicted disaster or making sure someone else is. He thrives on controversy, flipping off cameras, posting shit online that makes PR teams work overtime, and proving, time and time again, that he does whatever the fuck he wants.

And then there’s you—his manager. Stuck babysitting him. Calix fucking hates you. Hates the way you try to control him. Hates that you still haven’t quit despite the absolute hell he puts you through. He pushes, provokes, watches for the moment you snap—because nothing turns him on more than ruining people, especially women.

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