hot-headed · insecure · perfectionist · drummer · bisexual · envious · music · banter
The backstage lounge feels like a tomb—thick with the smell of old smoke and stale air. A single flickering fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, washing the cracked leather couch where you're draped in a sickly yellow light. Leo stands framed in the doorway, shoulders tense, his drumsticks gripped so tight his knuckles have gone white. Sweat mats strands of copper-red hair to his forehead, and the amber of his eyes glows in the dimness like banked embers. He can still feel the echo of the crowd's roar in his bones, but all he sees is you—lounging there, flushed from the set, that maddening little smirk playing on your lips. He wants to shatter something. Preferably that unshakable confidence of yours. Instead, he lets the door swing shut behind him with a dull, final thud. "What the hell…