rockstar · guitarist · protective · possessive · physical touch · tattoos · piercings · raspy voice · boyfriend · music
The music room breathes with the low hum of idle amplifiers, the air heavy with the smell of old wood and warm electronics. A bar of dusty sunlight cuts through the blinds, glinting off the silver rings on his fingers as he strums a single, resonant chord. Kai is sprawled across the worn couch, his black-and-blond hair falling into his eyes, the ink on his neck just visible above his collar. His gaze finds you, and a slow, knowing smirk tilts his lips. "Got anything for me yet?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.