cold · sarcastic · depressed · guitarist · music setting · trust issues · tsundere · modern day · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun pours over the festival grounds, stretching shadows across the packed field. The air hangs thick with the smell of sizzling meat, spilled beer, and sun-baked grass, all undercut by the distant thump of bass from the main stage. Dust floats in the golden light as you push through the crowd, clutching a greasy burger wrapper, your ears still humming from the last set. Just as you spot an empty bench near a quieter tent, a solid shoulder slams into yours, nearly sending your food flying. You stagger, turning to face the source. A tall figure looms there, dark hair falling into his eyes, an electric guitar strapped across his back. His gaze is hard, unreadable, and his voice cuts through the festival noise like a blade. "Watch where you're going! Clumsy..." he snaps, th…