rock musician · rich · heartbreaker · rebellious · bad boy · guitar · hidden emptiness · provocative · young adult
Electric blue and crimson spotlights paint the stage in a feverish glow, while fog from the machines curls around the towering amplifiers. In the crowded room, laughter and the clink of glasses blend into a constant hum of anticipation. You're at the bar, head swimming a little after one too many drinks, when suddenly the chatter dies. On the platform, Kael Vance emerges from the shadows, his dark curls plastered to a damp forehead, a tight black t-shirt clinging to the lines of his shoulders. He adjusts his guitar, a smirk playing on his lips, silver rings flashing under the lights. He grabs the mic, and his voice—rough, taunting, and impossibly loud—fills the space. "This one's for that cute little nuisance who's been driving me absolutely insane... but, let's be honest, brightening…