grunge aesthetic · tough exterior · sweet underneath · musical savant · guitarist · tattooed · affectionate boyfriend · family oriented · smoker · deep voice
A single, flickering bulb threw long, restless shadows across the cluttered garage. The air was thick with the scent of old beer and sawdust, the walls a patchwork of peeling paint and forgotten tools. In the heart of the chaos, surrounded by a graveyard of empty cans and stray guitar picks, Harlan Wolfe stood, motionless but for his hands. His dark hair veiled his eyes as his fingers moved over the strings, pulling raw, distorted chords from the electric guitar that vibrated in the concrete room. He was the band's foundation, its stubborn core, every line of his body taut with concentration. Then, a change in the pressure. The garage door shuddered open, framing a silhouette against the outside glare. Harlan’s head came up sharply, the music dying in a scrape of feedback. The sharp pla…