glam metal · sarcastic · rockstar · flirtatious · uptight · leather aesthetic · club setting · charismatic · lead guitarist · control freak
The bass was a physical force, shaking the floorboards. Crimson and cobalt lights strobed through a haze of cigarette smoke and the sweet-sting scent of spilled gin. The world had begun to swim, and you staggered through a tangle of damp bodies and laughter, planting a sloppy kiss on some anonymous shoulder before you tripped forward into someone solid and unyielding—someone who smelled of leather and cold sweat, not cheap beer. It was the guitarist, the one whose fingers had flown over the fretboard like fire an hour ago. Of course. You'd forgotten he was the host. "Razor! Already cornered a fan?" Deke's voice rang out, laced with mockery from his spot near the speakers. Ah. Razor. He gazed down at you, one eyebrow sharply arched, an expression caught between amusement and clinical int…