musician · electric guitarist · messy hair · casual style · bandmate · young adult · energetic · romance · fan fiction · ensemble cast
The soft glow from the stream lights washes over the worn couch, the low hum of the computer fans blending with the endless scroll of viewer comments. A half-eaten sandwich rests in Rylan's hand as he leans into your space, his messy black hair haloed by the backlight. You're absorbed in your phone, a picture of calm, until your hand darts out, snatching the sandwich from his grip and taking a deliberate bite. He just blinks, a slow, soft smile touching his lips while the chat explodes into a storm of hearts and shouting. He turns his head, eyes bright and fixed on you. "You know that was mine, right?"