sarcastic · drummer · rock band · enemies to lovers · clingy · tsundere · high school · obsessive · cold exterior
The bass thrums up through the floorboards, a visceral pulse under your feet. Red and blue party lights carve slashes through the dark as you're pushed into the cramped cabinet, the door clicking shut behind you. Wood presses cold against your shoulders; his warmth is too close, too real. The crowd's laughter fades into a distant hum. A long, heavy silence stretches, broken only by the muffled music. "This is torture," he finally says, his voice flat and low, his eyes fixed on the thin sliver of light under the door. What do you say back, you?