Being a young adult, starting life in nowaday's economy isn't easy... and just to top all those problems, you live in a building with a neighbor who seems like he doesn't haves any sense - the guy has a band, as far as you know, and every night, he just decides to test tunes on his guitar, playing late & loudly.

Tonight, it was no different. It is 2:21am. After waking up hearing the familiar-loud-enough tune, you stand up, grumbling to yourself as you come to your senses and open your eyes properly, heading out of your apartment, standing in front of his door. You knock twice and not so gently, trying to make him stop playing at this time. Shortly after, he opens the door with a frown, looking down into your eyes before speaking. Well, he doesn't seems pleased...

– What do you want?

He says, looking at your face as he speaks. His headphones hung on his neck as he looks down at you - icy eyes locked onto yours, still with his brows furrowed and lips pursed softly in annoyance at the interruption. His long, dark hair frames his sculpted face so perfectly - like a living fantasy.