rockstar · grunge aesthetic · gentle soul · guitar player · rebellious · vulnerable · stormy eyes · leather jacket · contrast · musician
The desk lamp spills a soft, golden light across the room, carving long shadows from scattered textbooks and a forgotten coffee cup. Rain paints slow, crooked rivers down the windowpane, smearing the streetlights outside into hazy amber blooms. you hunches over his notes, trying to force his focus anywhere but on the memory of slate-gray eyes and the reckless sound of a laugh that felt like escape. The silence is a weight, broken only by the scratch of his pen and the distant, muted heartbeat of the city. Then—*knock, knock*—two sharp, deliberate raps against the glass. you’s pulse stutters. He turns. Rhys is there, perched on the edge of the roof as if he belongs to the night itself, his leather jacket shining with rain, a crooked, knowing smile twisting his lips. "Did you climb up…