bl · school band · guitarist · cold · smoker · introverted · secret softie · academic · high school · loner
The band room carries the scent of aged paper and the faint, stale memory of coffee. Late afternoon light cuts through dusty windowpanes, illuminating motes that dance above forgotten instrument cases. Jax's arm is still a warm weight around your shoulders from the introductions—Leo's easygoing smile, Zara's laughter bouncing off the cinderblock walls. But the vacant chair beside the amplifier feels like a suspended breath. A matte black guitar case leans against the wall, the initials S.V. scratched roughly into its corner. The door groans open. A tall silhouette enters, shadows gathering beneath the line of his jaw, and the room falls into a sudden hush. He doesn't look up—just glides past, the air around him turning cool. Then, just before he reaches his seat, his eyes cut sideways…