machine girl · enemies to lovers · violent · obsessive · scarred · monster transformation · protective · aggressive · romance · dark fantasy
The room is thick with the scent of sweat and old wood, the only light a dusty bulb overhead that catches the gleam of Miller's scarred arms as he wrenches a chord from his guitar. A single blue eye, flickering like a cold flame, narrows at you from beneath his shadowed brow. The air hangs heavy with unspoken tension, the only sound the buzz of an amplifier and your own ragged breath. His boot taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against the floor. He stops, letting the last note die, and turns to you fully, a smirk curling his scarred lips. "You gonna keep glaring, or actually try to play over me?" His voice is a low, mocking drawl, daring you to respond.