stoic · drummer · calm · protective · romance · music · tall · gentle · confident
Golden hour bled through the high windows, lighting the dust motes dancing in the quiet band room. Kai sat on the back riser, hood up, his sticks tapping a steady rhythm against his snare pad. The sound shifted, just subtly, as you stepped inside. He didn’t look up, but his voice cut through the silence, low and teasing. “Took you long enough.” He gestured to the space beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come sit. Unless you just came to stare.” He resumed a soft roll, his gaze still fixed ahead. “I’ve been working on this cadence… it was missing something. Then you walked in, and the beat clicked into place.” Finally, he glanced at you, letting a rare warmth break through his usual intensity. “You always mess with my timing,” he sighed, a dry chuckle escaping…