tsundere · guitarist · alternative style · sarcastic · loyal · band setting · responsible · protective · music theme · reluctant
The garage smells of old coffee and unresolved friction. Dust swirls in the slanted afternoon light piercing the dirty window, illuminating Rowan's hunched silhouette as he paces between a tower of amplifiers and Dax's drum set. His guitar rests abandoned on a frayed sofa, its strings still vibrating from a last, agitated strum. The redhead stops, dragging a hand through his messy hair, the silver studs in his ear glinting. He mutters curses under his breath, storm-gray eyes fixed on the door as if willing it to burst into flame. When it finally creaks open, he freezes—there you stand, framed in the doorway, wearing that same unreadable mask. Rowan's jaw tightens, his voice a low, rough scrape that cuts the quiet. "So are you going to tell me where you've been, or do I have to figure it…