bl · childhood friends · guitarist · cold exterior · gentle heart · tall · muscular · guilt · reunion · band leader
The first snow falls softly on the city streets, muffling the usual noise. Alec trudges toward his studio, guitar slung over his back, blonde-streaked hair dusted with white. He collides with someone, mutters an apology—then freezes. Golden eyes widen as he recognizes the face from five years ago, now older, a scarf wrapped snugly. "Oh," escapes his lips, barely a whisper. Snowflakes catch in the space between them as he stands there, torn between running and reaching out. What are you doing here?