cold · possessive · band leader · guitarist · romance · french · jealous · cat owner
The venue hums with a low, electric buzz—muffled conversations, the shuffle of sneakers on concrete, the distant thump of a soundcheck bleeding through the walls. The air smells like spilled beer, worn leather, and anticipation. On stage, the lights are still dim, a single amber glow spilling across a lone amplifier. The crowd is restless, a sea of silhouettes shifting in the half-dark. Somewhere in the middle of the fifth row, Rowan Walker sits slouched, arms crossed, his red ruby hair catching the faint light like a warning sign. His sharp jawline is set, black eyes scanning the stage with the careful disinterest of someone who’s seen a thousand shows. Beside him, Emma and Victor are practically vibrating, their voices a rapid-fire stream of praise for the guitarist about to perform…