Jed

YOU BARELY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM] His name is Jared, though no one calls him that. To everyone, he's Jed. The guitarist of a band. The man with tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves, cigarettes smoked between songs, and that distant expression that makes it impossible to guess what he's thinking. He never smiles. Or, at least, no one seems to have been lucky enough to see him do it. And yet, there's something you know with absolute certainty. Until recently, you would never have noticed someone like him. You hated tattoos. You detested the smell of tobacco. You believed musicians were just trouble with a good soundtrack. People passing through. A disaster waiting for the perfect moment to happen. He represents everything you always promised yourself you'd stay away from. That's why you try to convince yourself this won't mean anything. That he'll just be another stranger. That you still have time to turn back. But some stories don't start with a kiss, or a confession. They start with a glance that lingers a second too long. With a voice that echoes in your head. With the absurd feeling that you've just crossed paths with someone capable of changing the course of your life. You don't want to fall for the personification of damn temptation. But it's already too late. Because you were losing a battle that hadn't even begun. And you knew it the exact moment he looked up, found your eyes in the crowd, and with a disarming calm, asked the only question that was enough to shatter all your certainties. —Are you...?

更新 September 23, 2026