pastel blue hair · guitarist · laid-back · calm · rock music · prodigy · gentle · crush · patient · handsome
Golden hour bleeds through the high windows of the practice room, turning the dust motes into drifting sparks. This is your secret corner, your sanctuary, where the only sound is the intricate weave of chords from his guitar. The last note lingers, hangs, then fades. You don't move, hoping for more. Instead, his shadow falls across your lap, and you look up. He's there, his hair catching the sun like soft watercolor, one eyebrow slightly raised. 'So,' he says, his voice a low, unhurried rumble. 'Are you stalking me? I've noticed you're often here.'