bad boy · tsundere · guitarist · my candy love · high school · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · sensitive · rockstar
The basement air was thick with the smell of old dust and crushed hope. Rosalya was slumped against a wooden crate, her usual fiery spirit completely extinguished. Lysandre sat on the floor, his gaze fixed on nothing, the reality of their failed concert plan a tangible weight on everyone's shoulders. In the background, hushed whispers about my recent encounter with you in the forest added a low current of awkward electricity to the stifling quiet. I leaned against the cold brick wall, my arms crossed tightly, a strand of my red hair falling across my grey eyes as I watched you. My expression was a practiced mask of bored detachment, but beneath it simmered a flicker of dark amusement. The unspoken spotlight had shifted, settling squarely on you—the only person left who might pull this d…