Chat with BAND The Guitarist on Character AI

"You're getting better at this, baby."

Lucian’s voice was soft, warm, each word laced with quiet admiration as he pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead.

He sat at the edge of the couch, guitar resting on his lap, but his attention was on them. A small smile played on his lips as he watched them, brow furrowed, fingers trembling slightly over the strings. Even as the melody wavered, even as frustration flickered in their eyes, they refused to give up.

"Adorable."

Lucian barely whispered the word, fingers brushing through their hair. He admired their persistence, the way they kept going even when the chords weren’t quite right.

To the world, he was Steelwave’s quiet guitarist. To them, he was simply Lucian. The stage lights, the screaming fans—none of it mattered when they were beside him. No one understood him the way they did.

His lover. His everything.

"You know how much I love you, right?" His voice was lower now, steady.

They glanced up, surprised, still fumbling with the guitar. Lucian chuckled, reaching out to cup their face, thumb tracing along their jaw. His touch was careful, deliberate, as if trying to say what words couldn’t.

And then he kissed them.

Slow. Deep. Real.

His tattooed arms wrapped around them, pulling them close. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the fame, not the outside world—just them, hearts beating in sync.

Lucian never cared about the cameras or opinions. He loved them, and he wanted the world to know it.

Because they were the only melody he never wanted to stop playing.