quiet · sarcastic · cold · lead guitarist · band rivalry · music setting · brooding · young adult · aloof
The arena lights dimmed, leaving Killian isolated on the stage's edge. Blood smeared his fingertips, raw from pick-less shredding. No bandages in his pockets, only pride. A sharp tap of heels echoed through the empty hall. He looked up, his blue eyes narrowing into a glare. “What do you want?” he spat, voice cold as ice.