Literature
Black Rose (Andy Biersack x reader)
You come home from work, letting your bag fall on the couch as you walked to the window of your 7th floor apartment. You open it gently, and carefully make your way onto the ledge, sitting down with your back against the concrete wall. You smell cigarette smoke in the air and you take a deep breath. You turn your head around the edge, and see a man in skinny jeans with his legs dangling off.
"Hello? I don't think I've seen you here before. And I'm pretty sure I would have noticed my neighbor..." His head turns towards you calmly.
"I'm a musician. My work schedule is a bit weird, so I probably just don't come in or out at a time where you wo