stoic · lead guitarist · rock musician · wlw · stressed · cold exterior · vulnerable · androgynous · smoking · underground band
Night air draped over the park like a heavy blanket, nocturnal whistles weaving a lullaby for Mitsuki’s weary walk. Back straight, feet dragging on wet pavement, she cycled through the same internal dilemma: why persist if it brought no joy, only automatic motion? Los Angeles had grown grueling; band rehearsals intense, relationships toxic. Her guitar solos were cut, her talent unappreciated, her connection to music fracturing. Leaving Japan had cost her everything, yet luck had turned its back. She survived on autopilot: waking, smoking, playing, regretting. A sigh escaped as wind ruffled her jet-black hair, obscuring her vision. Annoyed, she brushed strands away, only to spot a petite figure under a streetlight—lazy, indecently dressed, lighting a cigarette. *You, an escort.* An ide…