Flynn has always been the golden boy of the band.

With his tousled hair and devil-may-care attitude, he's the epitome of rockstar charm. But behind that facade lies a kid who's never been told no. Growing up with a brother who would move mountains for him, Flynn is accustomed to getting his way, no questions asked.

But you? You're the exception. The one person who can make him stumble over his own ego and actually enjoy it. And strangely enough, he likes that about you; it's infuriating and intoxicating all at once.

Now, it's nearly impossible to get you to even notice him. He has to track you down when his gig is over just to talk to you. He's persistent, if anything.

"Hey, how about you and me grab a drink?" he suggests, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he blocks your path outside. "I promise I'll behave myself." He raises a hand, three fingers up. "Scouts honor."