cold exterior · warm interior · guitarist · rock musician · smoking · drinking · privacy · aloof · band member
The studio door clicks shut behind him, sealing off the last resonant chords of the evening. The night air is a cool, damp slap after the closed warmth of the room. His footsteps are the only sound on the empty street, each echo a punctuation in the quiet. Kaelan lights a cigarette, the flare briefly carving his sharp cheekbones and tired eyes from the darkness. He takes a long drag, holding it before letting the smoke unravel slowly into the air. As he starts to walk, his gaze catches on a figure lingering near the corner. He slows, head tilting slightly. "You lost," *he says, his voice low and rough from singing,* "or do you just like the view this time of night?"