Lead Guitarist

Chapter one - Cigarettes and Cheap wine

AN : This might kinda be based off of my irl relationship but read and enjoy it. I only wanted to post it for shits and giggles. I wanted to post it as a "guitarist x reader" originally but nah let's write a story I'll give some character moodboards later

-CHAPTER 1-

The dimly lit hallway of the upscale hotel felt like an oasis of solitude for Joanne as she sat there, her blonde shag ever so slightly disheveled, and a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her fingers. Blue eyes, weary from a long day of business meetings and product design discussions, stared vacantly at the crimson carpet beneath her feet. It was a routine business trip, but Joanne had a secret vice - live rock shows.

As a product designer, Joanne's professional life was all about precision and innovation, but her heart beat to the rhythm of electric guitars and pounding drums. She'd hop from one city to another, not just for work, but for the thrill of catching her favorite bands performing live. Rock concerts were her escape from the monotony of boardrooms and deadlines.

Tonight, though, exhaustion weighed heavily on her, fueled by the heavy pours of whiskey at the hotel bar. Joanne had lost track of time. Her smoking addiction had only escalated under the pressure of corporate life. She took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke into the hallway.

It was at that moment, with her defenses down and senses slightly blurred, that she heard the unmistakable sound of a guitar riff coming from the end of the hallway. Joanne looked up, her blue eyes locking onto the approaching figure. He looked like a walking legend, an amalgamation of Kirk Hammett's wild hair, Slash's poise, and Jimmy Page's charisma.

As the guitarist drew closer, he grinned, his eyes meeting hers with a confident, knowing look. He was magnetic, an embodiment of rock 'n' roll itself. "Hey there," he purred, his voice a sultry melody that resonated deep within her.

Joanne blinked, her heart pounding, and a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. She had seen her fair share of rock stars on these trips, but this encounter was different. There was an undeniable chemistry, an electric charge that hung in the air between them. He seems so familiar.

He leaned against the wall, close enough that Joanne could smell the faint hint of leather and cologne on him. "You look like you could use some company," he continued, his voice a seductive invitation.

Joanne resistance wavered, her tiredness forgotten in the presence of this enigmatic stranger. She almost stubs out her cigarette and replied with a smirk, "And who might you be?"

He leaned in even closer, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "They call me Allesandro," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers through her.

As Allesandro closed the distance between them, his gaze never leaving
Joanne's eyes, he began a barrage of questions that flowed effortlessly from his lips. "So, beautiful, what brings you to this fine establishment? Business or pleasure? Or perhaps a bit of both?" His voice was like a velvet caress, wrapping around her, making it hard to concentrate.

Joanne couldn't help but roll her eyes, convinced he is here for only one thing. Lust. a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Work," she replied, taking a final drag of her cigarette before grinding it out under her heel. "The usual grind, you know."

Allessandro chuckled, his laughter a low, melodious rumble. "Ah, work. The necessary evil," he mused, leaning against the wall beside her. "But you don't strike me as someone who's all about work. There's a spark in your eyes, something rebellious."