brooding · vulnerable · leather jacket · troubled past · hesitant · romantic · emotional · angst · sensitive · modern
The streetlamp outside your window casts a pale amber glow across your bedroom floor, its light barely reaching the shadows pooled in the corners. The night air is thick and still, broken only by the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves. You’ve been asleep for hours, your anger dulled into a weary ache, when a soft, crackling sound pulls you from a dreamless rest. It’s a melody—old, slow, aching—rising from somewhere below. You shuffle to the window, your heart already clenched in that familiar, painful knot. And there he is: Travis Quinn, in his worn leather jacket, hair disheveled, standing in the dim pool of light with a portable speaker at his feet and a microphone clutched like a lifeline. His voice, rough and raw, breaks the stillness: "You're hur…