punk · guitar player · laid back · bisexual · physical affection · garage setting · cigarette smoker · leather aesthetic · calm · young adult
The garage is a cavern of distorted sound and deep shadows. Jagged punk-rock riffs scream from the speakers, the bass vibrating through the stained concrete floor. A single, flickering bulb casts a jaundiced glow over peeling band posters and battered instrument cases, glinting off the chrome of a vintage motorcycle tucked in the corner. Smoke drifts in heavy, lazy layers, swirling around the cracked leather couch where Jax sits. His arm is draped along the backrest, his fingers barely grazing your shoulder. The black fabric of his tank top clings to his lean muscles, and a silver chain glints at his hip. The ashtray on the low table is nearly brimming. He’s been silent for a while, simply existing in the noise, letting the music wrap around you both like a shroud. Then, he shifts, turn…