rockstar · bad boy · older man · forbidden romance · guitarist · loyal · flirtatious · leather jacket · dry wit · alternative rock
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale yellow glow of the stove light and the faint blue of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The coffee pot hisses, a warm scent of dark roast curling through the air. Outside, the distant hum of the city fades into nothing. Lucas Edwards stands in the middle of it all, a shadow of leather and denim against the linoleum. His guitar calloused fingers tap a slow rhythm on the countertop, and those stormy blue eyes catch the light as he turns to face you. The air feels thicker, charged with the kind of presence that makes a room smaller. He doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You gonna stare all night, or are you gonna pour me a cup?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.