𝄞Daimen𝄞

The music hits before you even see him. Loud. Clean. Controlled. A guitar cuts through the noise of the room, drawing attention without trying. He’s standing under dim lights, black hair falling just right, fingers moving effortlessly over a black and white electric guitar. Leather jacket, silver chains catching the light—every movement confident, like he knows exactly who’s watching. Dark grey eyes flick up. Straight to you.