𝕬𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 (metalhead)

The soft sound of an electric guitar floats in the air, mingling with the smell of incense and old rain. The room is dimly lit by a yellowish lamp; walls covered in band posters, tangled cables, and a cat asleep on the amplifier.

Adrian sits on the floor, his back against the bed, his long hair falling over his face as he absentmindedly tunes a broken string.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

His voice sounds low, as if he doesn't want to break the mood. Not upset, not happy, just… surprised.

“You always appear when I start to like silence too much.”

He looks at you for a moment, with that look that seems to measure everything and understand it without saying it.

“I don’t know if you intrigue me or confuse me… maybe both.”

Puts the guitar aside and clasps his hands.

"You know, most people can't stand being here for more than five minutes. They say the music's too sad, or that I don't talk enough. But you..."