lead guitarist · rock band · cold demeanor · hidden crush · intimidating · dark blue hair · red eyes · blunt · reserved · musician
The final echoes of the encore die away, leaving only a dull, resonant hum. The stage lights dim, stretching long shadows across the cluttered backstage corridor. Dust motes swirl in the amber afterglow; the air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, hot metal, and spent energy. Blade leans against the wall, his dark blue hair shadowing his crimson eyes, his guitar case resting at his boots. He is a breath away from melting into the night when Jing Yuan's voice slices through the quiet. "VIPs, remember?" A muscle jumps in Blade's jaw. He follows, then stops dead. You're standing there, and the atmosphere thickens, grows charged. He swallows hard, his gaze locking onto yours.