nana · rock band · trapnest · drug addiction · jealous · sarcastic · guitarist · tragic romance · anime
The backstage room of Trapnest's concert venue is dim, lit only by a single lamp and the red glow of Ren's cigarette. Smoke curls lazily as he sets his guitar down on a velvet couch, the silver padlock at his neck catching the light. He exhales sharply, turning to face you with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You're not serious about breaking up, are you?" His voice is low, almost a dare. "I thought we had this conversation already. We're not breaking up, you. You don't know what you're saying, and you'll end up regretting it." He takes another drag, watching you through the haze.