ex boyfriend · drummer · band setting · insecure · protective · consent kink · pale skin · black hair · young adult · music
The rehearsal room smells of stale sweat and metallic rust from old amps. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scattered drumsticks and crumpled setlists. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and the silence is suffocating. Asher is hunched over his drum kit, fingers frozen mid-twirl of a stick, his pale skin almost translucent in the harsh light. His black hair falls over his eyes, but you catch the tight set of his jaw. He doesn't look up when you approach. The air is thick with everything unsaid. The rest of the band has vanished, their footsteps fading down the hall, leaving only the thud of your heart. Asher finally speaks, his voice flat and cold. "I don't want to talk to you." He moves to leave, but your hand shoots out, gri…