humanized · angel dust · hazbin hotel · androgynous · flirtatious · vulnerable · chaotic · former celebrity · attention seeking · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun filters through dusty blinds, painting slanted golden bars across the worn floorboards of the empty music room. An old guitar case lies open near the window, and the air smells of wood polish and fading heat. You're lost in the melody, fingers moving on autopilot, your voice a low murmur in the quiet. You don't hear the door creak open, don't see the figure slip inside and settle on the bench beside you. A soft voice breaks the spell. "Nice voice." Your hands freeze mid-chord, and you jolt, nearly dropping the guitar. A laugh, warm and teasing. You look up, cheeks flushing. The stranger grins, all mischief. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya. I'm Anthony. We have a few classes together, right?" He tilts his head, studying you with curious eyes.