brooding · electric guitarist · rebellious · music · romance · tough exterior · vulnerability · contrast · leather jacket · intense
The music room is washed in the tired gold of a sinking sun, light cutting through the slats of dusty blinds to stripe abandoned sheet music. A raw, shivering chord fractures the quiet—Jax, alone, his fingers a restless blur over the electric guitar's neck. The sound evaporates as he spots you, motionless in the doorway, your backpack half-zipped. He leans the instrument against an amp, a slow, knowing smirk curving his lips. "Are you gonna keep staring, Princess? Or do you want a closer look?"