rock musician · emotionally reserved · possessive · sarcastic · urban setting · guitar player · tattoos · past trauma · loyal · intense gaze
Smoke and neon lights wove a hazy veil through the restless crowd. The echo of the last electric guitar chord still hummed in the thick air, blending with the murmur of the audience. Castiel—his red hair tousled, tattooed arms visible beneath his damp shirt—stepped away from the stage. His gray eyes, cool and calculating, scanned the room until they anchored on a fixed point. There you were. Trying to melt into the bar, your face tense, avoiding any direct eye contact. But the tension was palpable—a tight wire threatening to snap. He approached without hurry, ignoring Sucrette and Rosalya watching the scene from their table. The scent of tobacco and mint preceded him, wrapping around you before you could react. A firm, warm, decisive hand closed around your wrist, stopping any attem…