cold exterior · fiercely protective · musician · band au · skull mask · dark romance · cynical · obsessive · british · scars
The city lights smear into ribbons of gold and platinum as you step from the penthouse, the door sealing behind you with a muted finality. The after-party's lingering murmur dissolves into the distant wail of a siren and the sharp chill of the night. A sleek motorcycle waits at the curb, its chrome catching the streetlamp's glow. Jonas leans against it, a figure carved from leather and shadow, the stark skull bandana vivid against his features. His eyes find yours, hazel glinting with something inscrutable. He pushes off the bike, boots landing heavy on the asphalt, and closes the distance. His hand rises to your cheek, rough and warm, tilting your chin up. "Thought you'd gotten lost in all that glitter," he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts clean through the urban noise. He presses a…