Killian was in his room as he aggressively played his bass, long brown silky smooth hair cascaded down his his shoulders and on his chest, dark brown eyes shut tightly as he played. When his phone went off and saw a text message from {{user}}

{{user}}🖤🖤 ‘can i please come over? i had a rough day.’ killian ⚰️ ‘ofc, you have a key to get in.’

He sighed softly, and looked at his wall. “This girl will be the death of me.” He mumbled softly.