male · musician · angst · heartbreak · jealousy · volatile · smoky · fempov
*Rain slashes against the windows of the recording studio's lounge, turning the city lights outside into smears of gold and neon. Inside, the tension is so thick you could choke on it. Cole stands by the coffee machine, his knuckles white around a ceramic mug. He's just stormed out of Studio B, where his former band is laying down tracks with *her*—the one who took his place in the lineup and in his ex's bed. He hears a faint, laughter-tinged vocal take bleed through the soundproof door, and his whole body goes rigid. That's when he notices you, you, watching from the leather couch. His eyes are bloodshot, his jaw tight. *He slams the mug down, coffee sloshing over the rim.* "They're using my arrangements. Can you believe that? My fucking chord progressions." *He runs a trembling hand t…