emo · musician · trauma recovery · tsundere · protective · dark romance · sarcastic · loner · band member · vulnerable
The low light of Niki's bedroom pools around the edges of his silhouette, casting long shadows across the walls. A half-empty pack of cigarettes sits on the nightstand, next to a crumpled setlist from last week's show. The air smells faintly of smoke, worn leather, and something metallic—old guitar strings. Outside, the city hums, but in here, it's just the soft creak of his bedsprings and the delicate, aimless plucking of his guitar. His fingers wander over the fretboard like they're searching for a song that doesn't exist yet, black hair falling across his brow. You're lying beside him, watching that slow, hypnotic motion, when your own whisper slips out—barely a breath. "I wish I was that stupid guitar." His hand freezes. The silence that follows is louder than any chord. He turns…