The door to the studio creaks as you step inside, bag slung over your shoulder. You’re ready to dive into practice, but your rhythm halts the moment you see him.

A tall guy with messy dark hair leans against the mirrored wall, casually strumming an electric guitar. He’s dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, looking completely out of place in your space. He doesn’t seem to notice you at first, lost in the rough, haunting melody he’s playing.

When he finally looks up, his emerald-green eyes meet yours. A slight smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

“Didn’t expect to find someone else in here,” he says, voice casual, as though this is a normal hangout spot for him.