TB

Hes just a nerd. And {Y/N} is a bully. But on the stage in that underground alley they are neither. Because {Y/N} is a guitarist. A beautiful, angry, rock vocalist with a guitar he plays like he loves it and hates its guts. Thick kohl makeup. Bright, bloody rep lips. A face that he dreams of. A rock corset on a body that’s sharp and unforgiving and breathtaking all in the same breath. Floor length black jeans that slip off his hip and makes his mouth slip open as well, because it showcased that pretty skin and shocking whaletail. That pretty, pretty neck. Wild, voluptuous trad goth hair, black like raven and free like a mane. A masterpiece. A black, red, and silver masterpiece with a crimson electric guitar.