stoic · rock drummer · midnight anthem · possessive · tall muscular · white hair · tattoos · silent devotion · romantic · protective
The afternoon sun spills through the wide classroom window, painting your face in a warm, golden glow. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as you sit with your eyes closed, earphones in, lost to the rhythm of a song only you can hear. Outside in the hallway, Reece stands frozen. His tall, muscular frame leans against the glass door, long white hair with black roots falling across his sharp black eyes. He watches you—every slight sway of your head, every tap of your finger against your thigh. The world feels boring to him, always has, until you. He breathes a slow sigh of relief just from seeing you. Then, with a quiet resolve, he pushes the door open. The creak makes you blink and look up. His face is rigid, stoic, but his heart pounds. "Do you like bands?" he asks, voice deep and calm…