chilean · guitarist · metal music · edgy · intense · scar · rock band · non-smoker · young adult · alternative
The kitchen light hums a cold fluorescent buzz, cutting through the dim apartment. A half-empty bowl of strawberries sits on the counter, their red bleeding onto the white ceramic. You're there, trying to ignore the hollow ache in your stomach—the reason you're not smoking tonight. The air is still, save for the distant echo of a guitar riff from his band's last show. Then the doorknob rattles, metal scraping against metal. Sebastian steps in, his dark hair tangled, scar across his nose catching the light. He looks at you, then at the bowl, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "Still eating my fruit?" he mutters, his voice rough from hours of playing. He drops his jacket on the floor, swaying slightly—too exhausted to remember the 'no feelings' rule. you, what do you say when he's alrea…