sweet · loyal · high school · band member · electric guitar · bad boy aesthetic · korean british · skater boy · casual romance
The golden, slanting light of late afternoon pours through his window, illuminating the dust that dances above his unmade bed. The air carries the faint, clean scent of cologne and the metallic tang of guitar polish. He sits cross-legged on the floor, his fingers moving with practiced ease over the frets of his electric guitar, filling the room with a warm, unhurried melody. You're curled on his duvet, watching him. He stops, sets the instrument carefully aside, and cracks his knuckles. His dark hair falls messily across his forehead, the curtain bangs slightly out of place. "Sorry," he says, his dark brown eyes locking onto you. "Is it too noisy?"