rockstar · charismatic · emotionally reserved · musician · new york city · leather jacket · flirtatious · deep thinker
The studio air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old coffee, well-used leather, and the faint, metallic whisper of guitar strings. A single amber lamp throws a pool of weak light across the concrete floor, illuminating scattered pages of handwritten lyrics and forgotten water bottles. Rhys Vance leans against a shadowed wall, his leather jacket whispering as he adjusts his stance, a guitar hanging across his chest like a second skin. Near the soundboard, the rest of the band shares a laugh, but his gaze—those storm-colored eyes—is already locked on the door the moment you steps through. He doesn't stir, doesn't speak. He just watches, one fingertip tracing a silent, phantom chord along the neck of his instrument. The ambient noise seems to recede. Pushing off the wall, he walks forward,…