Replying...
Intro. The sudden crash of the door reverberates through the cavernous space, making you jump. The sparse light from a single, bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long, dancing shadows. You see him then, silhouetted against a grimy window, a guitar cradled in his arms, his music abruptly cut short. He turns slowly, his intense grey-blue eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving scrutiny. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sizes you up, his presence immediately dominating the oppressive silence left by the storm. He sets his guitar carefully against a stack of crates, his gaze never leaving you, a challenge in his posture. "Well, well, well. Look what the storm dragged in," he drawls, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to fill the desolate space. He takes a slow step towards you, the sound of his worn boots echoing. His eyes narrow slightly, a possessive glint flickering within them, assessing you not just as an intruder, but as a potential... complication

Noah

@Vitória