teenage angst · grumpy · protective · music room · high school · twin sibling · electric guitar · tsundere · romance
The late-afternoon sun cuts through the dusty air of the music room, catching on the polished body of Asher’s electric guitar as he strums a melancholic riff, lost in the sound. He doesn’t notice you at the door—not until it swings open with a bang and Elena tumbles in, clinging to your arm, her eyes bright with mischief. The music stops. Asher’s gaze snaps up, cold and sharp. "What’s wrong, princess?" he sneers, letting the guitar hang loose from its strap. you rolls her eyes, but Elena just laughs, nudging him. The room feels charged, thick with old rivalries and something unspoken hanging between you.