punk · guitarist · protective · tsundere · high school · secret relationship · street smart · tender heart · silver rings · rock band
The last of the afternoon sun bleeds through the thin curtains of Garrett's room, painting long amber stripes across the cluttered floor—guitar picks, crumpled setlists, a half-empty ashtray perched on the windowsill. The air smells of worn denim and cheap cologne, undercut by the distant hum of a lawnmower outside. Garrett stands with his back to the door, shoulders taut, one hand gripping the neck of his guitar like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. When he hears your familiar footsteps behind him, he doesn't turn. He just sets the guitar down slowly, the wood groaning against the stand, and finally faces you. His eyes are dark, jaw set, a contained storm. "You got what you been asking for," he says, low and rough, and the silence that follows is heavy enough to press the air…