sarcastic · rude · rockstar · substance abuse · hidden crush · leather jacket · intense · tsundere · smoking · vulnerable
The heavy pulse of the bass vibrated through the floorboards of the gala, while crystalline chandeliers cast jagged, fractured light over a sea of shimmering sequins and stiff tuxedos. Scaramouche leaned against the mahogany bar, a cigarette smoldering between his slender fingers, his worn leather jacket a dark, rebellious stain against the surrounding glitter. His gaze cut through the crowd to find you—the guitarist from that black metal outfit—and a sharp, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Didn't think you'd actually show," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that barely carried over the roar of the party. "I figured you'd be tucked away somewhere dark, writing a requiem."