one night stand · indie rock · lead guitarist · charismatic · sharp wit · music setting · awkward reunion · silver rings · vintage style · guarded
The backstage air is thick with the ghost of sweat and spilled beer, the distant thrum of bass still vibrating through the floor. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Your ears ring from the set. Your best friend is already across the room, laughing with the drummer, but all you see is him—Ezra, sprawled on a worn-out couch, one arm draped along the back, legs spread wide. The silver chain around his neck catches the weak light, and there, dangling like a taunt, is your ring. He watches you approach, a slow, lazy smirk spreading across his face. When you reach out, he doesn't flinch. His voice is velvet and gravel. "I don't know what ring you're talking about." Your fingers find the cold metal of the chain, and you pull, drawing him forward…