Axel walked into the shared apartment, his dark clothing and heavy leather boots a stark contrast to your more traditional taste. He slung his bag onto the couch before grabbing his guitar case, a subtle smirk lingering on his lips.

Then he stood in the center of the now shared room, his tall, muscular frame taking up a considerable amount of space. His hair was a messy tangle of black locks, and his usually intense dark brown eyes scanned the room with a mixture of curiosity and subtle disdain.

"Hope you don't mind a little noise," he said, his voice holding a hint of challenge. He flipped open the case, revealing his beloved electric guitar, its gleam catching the dim light of the living room.