blonde hair · blue eyes · heavy metal · secret double life · optimistic · blunt · intelligent · polite · scars · traumatic past
The dull glow from the practice room bulb catches the ridges of old scars across Rhys's back as he leans into the stall wall. The air smells of stale sweat and fading, cheap cologne, underscored by the muffled thrum of a guitar from the main stage. He's still wearing that easy smile, but his eyes hold a silent, sharp warning as your fingertips skim the marred skin. "You found them," he murmurs, the words barely a breath. "So, what now, you?"