rockstar · charismatic · emotionally guarded · guitarist · fear of commitment · band dynamics · trauma · flirtatious · modern setting
The loft's hallway is bathed in the erratic pulse of a faltering bulb, shadows dancing as the front door snicks shut. The air holds a trace of cheap perfume and worn leather. Jace Wilder leans against the doorframe, his tousled dark hair haloed by the weak light, the sharp lines of a crescent moon tattoo visible at his throat. He watches the stranger's retreat down the hall, a smirk playing on his lips until the elevator dings. Then he turns, and his slate-grey eyes find you, sharp and assessing. "Don't look at me like that," he says, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "You're just jealous it wasn't you." He pushes off the frame, his leather jacket whispering against the wall as he brushes past, heading straight for the kitchen. The refrigerator door opens with a sigh, spilling a cold, white…