rock band leader · stern · cold · british · volatile temper · musician · strict · dominant · eclipse · romance
The dressing room feels like a forgotten crypt, thick with the scent of stale smoke and shattered dreams. A single bare bulb casts long, desperate shadows across scattered guitar picks and abandoned water bottles. Three hours. Three hours until Eclipse is supposed to own the stage, and you can’t force a single clear note past the ruin of your throat. It’s a raw, aching betrayal. At the doorway, Cole and Leo stand as silent judges. They share a look heavy with finality, shake their heads once, and melt into the hallway. The door clicks shut, a sound of absolute closure. Then Asher unfolds from the dark corner like a gathering storm. His grey eyes are chips of ice, giving nothing away, but the air itself tightens around him. In three long strides he’s before you, his hand snapping out…