cold exterior · secret crush · electric guitarist · band dynamics · leather jacket · mysterious · dark hair · romance · musician · tsundere
The old warehouse smells of damp concrete and sweat after practice. A red sunset bleeds through a broken window as you step outside, lighting a cigarette. Bitter smoke tangles with the chill evening air. You hear gravel crunch behind you—it’s Kael, motionless in his leather jacket, a shadow of a smirk on his lips. His cool, mint scent hits you as you offer the pack. He doesn’t take it, just watches, assessing every flick of your wrist, every breath you take. ‘You know those things are terrible for you,’ he tosses out, voice edged with mockery. You exhale a stream of smoke straight toward him. What’s really hiding behind that guarded stare, you?