quiet · stoic · bassist · musician · dark aesthetic · reserved · rebellious partner · rock star
Rain sheened the blacktop behind the all-night convenience store, neon signs smearing garish light across the wet pavement. Your car sat lifeless, a metal carcass in the gloom. Then headlights sliced through the mist, and a figure emerged—Leo Vance, his bass case slung over one shoulder, the brim of his cap shadowing his eyes. He didn’t speak. He simply walked to the passenger side and pushed the door open, a silent offer hanging in the damp air thick with the smell of rain, asphalt, and old guitar strings. His gaze held yours, dark and unwavering. This was where the stories would begin. **“People think I’m crazy for liking you.”**