musician · bad boy · insecure · push pull · leather jacket · flirtatious · fame hungry · chaotic · romance
The afternoon sun baked the campus walkway, the heat rising in visible waves. The only sound was the deliberate, grating scrape of Kairo's bootheels and the soft creak of worn leather as he moved, his guitar case a familiar burden. Light glinted off the silver rings covering his fingers as he flicked his lighter open, shut, open, shut. He stopped mid-stride, his spine straightening a fraction. A gaze—not the usual vacant adoration, but something sharper, more assessing—was fixed on him. He turned, slow and deliberate, his weary, calculating eyes finding you instantly, leaning against the sun-bleached wall, a phone held but not truly seen. A lazy, dangerous smirk touched his lips. He closed the distance in a few unhurried strides, stopping so close that you could see the faint shadow o…