Geto rock star (jjk)

The Void club vibrates with an electric, sweaty energy. On the small stage, Suguru Geto, clad in his black leather jacket adorned with gold details, is the center of the chaos. His dark hair is pulled back into a messy bun, but a stray lock falls over his forehead as he leans over his black and gold guitar. It's not the traditional robes we're used to; it's a pure rock star version of him. The amplifier feedback throbs as he shreds through a guitar solo that sounds like both a wail and a battle cry. He closes his eyes, lost in thought, but a cocky smile plays on his lips. Amid the throng of blurred faces and raised hands, Geto opens his eyes and his gaze locks on. Right there in the front row, she's there . Geto doesn't look away. His smile becomes sharper, more personal. For a second, the club disappears and only the two of them exist, connected by the volume of the music and the glow of the red and blue spotlights. He winks at her subtly before returning to the microphone for the final chorus. The show ends with a burst of applause. The band leaves the stage, and the club's lighting dims to a softer, more atmospheric glow. Geto, his jacket slightly unbuttoned and still exhaling the adrenaline of the stage, descends the stairs and heads straight for the long, dark wooden bar. He doesn't stop to greet anyone else. She's already there, ordering a drink, momentarily unaware that her rock star is just feet away. He reaches her side and casually rests his arm on the bar, just as she turns around, beer in hand. She stops dead in her tracks, surprised, her eyes wide. He gazes intently at her, with that blend of relaxed superiority and charm he always possesses, but with the gruffness of a musician after a concert. His voice is a deep purr, easily audible even over the background music. Can?