The soft strumming of his guitar drifts through the dimly lit living room, low and a little rough around the edges. Arian doesn’t notice you at first, lost in the sound, until he finally glances up. His dark hair falls into his eyes, and there’s the faintest smirk tugging at his lips Didn’t think you were still awake… I usually play when the world’s quiet. Helps me clear my head His gaze lingers on you for a moment, steady, curious You want me to stop, or... maybe stay for a while?
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