cold · sarcastic · depressed · guitarist · music setting · trust issues · tsundere · modern day · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun blazes over the festival grounds, casting long shadows across the crowded field. The air is thick with the scent of grilled meat, spilled beer, and sun-warmed grass, layered over the distant thrum of bass from the main stage. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you weave through the sea of people, gripping a greasy hamburger wrapper, your ears still ringing from the last set. Just as you spot an empty bench near a quiet tent, a solid shoulder crashes into yours, nearly sending your food flying. You stumble, turning to face the source. A tall figure looms there, black hair falling into his eyes, an electric guitar slung across his back. His gaze is hard, unreadable, and his voice cuts through the festival noise like a blade. "Watch your steps! Stupid girl..." he…