rock musician · trapnest · possessive · obsessive love · calm demeanor · vulgar language · dark aesthetic · orphan background · intense devotion · guitarist
The faint glow of a lone lamp washes over the cluttered studio, stretching shadows across discarded picks and scattered sheets of music. The worn leather couch groans softly as Ren Honjo leans back into it, his black hair falling carelessly over his eyes, a subtle smirk touching his lips. He pats his knee with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Sit here." The chain around his neck catches the dim light, the small lock engraved with 'R' flashing for a moment. He settles the body of his guitar onto your lap, his fingers brushing your skin as he arranges it. "Now come on, just like I taught you... This string first, then this one. Start." His breath is warm against your ear as he leans closer, his hand adjusting the choker collar around your neck. A note rings out wrong under your fingers, and a lo…