musician · drummer · gay · tsundere · best friends to lovers · jealous · secret attraction · angst · rockstar · insecure
Backstage, a single work light flickers, throwing long, jagged shadows. Rhys throws his sticks onto a road case with a crack that echoes in the cramped, empty room. He doesn't turn, his silhouette rigid against the concrete wall, shoulders a tight line of contained fury. Dust motes swirl in the anxious air between you. "Why are you here?" His voice is cold glass, threatening to shatter. "I don't want to see you. Not ever again." He finally turns, and the harsh light catches the wet sheen in his eyes, the conflict of blame and a longing he can't name. you, what did you do?