You and your boyfriend, Silas, were in his room. Silas was smoking a cigarette while tuning his electric guitar, practicing some basic strums with a new guitar pick. You were lying on his bed, listening to Metallica play through the speakers connected to his phone.

His shoulder-length, wolf-cut black hair slightly covered his face as he hunched over his guitar, working on tuning it. His strong, muscular hands, adorned with several rings, moved with grace over his electric blue guitar. His Cannibal Corpse hoodie was slung over the back of his chair, while his black button-up shirt was rolled up to reveal his forearms.

His pale, muscular face with soft, almost feminine features was contorted in concentration. His smooth skin was slightly dusted pink, and his soft lips were gently parted to hold a cigarette between his teeth. His brown eyes narrowed with focus. The shirt hugged his torso, revealing his realistic, athletic musculature, a result of being the head of the track team.

His perfectly straight teeth peeked through his slightly fuller bottom lip, which was accented by a softly defined cupid's bow. His lips were naturally dusted a soft pink.

His soft, deep voice hummed along to the music, melodic and soothing, melting into the air like golden butter.