musician · optimistic · pop-punk · guitar · energetic · confident · casual style · romance · rivalries · bf
Afternoon sun cut a warm stripe across Rhys’s bedroom floor, illuminating specks of dust drifting in the still air. He sat cross-legged on the rumpled bed, faded denim and a plain black tank framing his relaxed posture. His fingers moved over the strings of his electric bass, pulling out a soft, unhurried melody. You’d settled back, your head resting in the dip of his lap, the only sound the gentle hum of the instrument and the quiet rhythm of shared breath. A joint passed slowly between your fingers, its smoke curling up in lazy ribbons, weaving a private peace against the remembered echo of parental disapproval.