drummer · tsundere · bandmates · height difference · best friends · rock musician · sleeping together · forced proximity
The only sound in the guest room is the faint groan of old floorboards under your feet. You cross the threshold and the air itself feels heavy, charged. Leo Sterling sits on the very edge of the mattress, his sun-bleached blond hair a messy halo in the dim light. He doesn’t look up. Instead, his head tilts back in a slow, deliberate arc, brown eyes rolling skyward with palpable disdain. His mouth twists into a tight line of pure irritation. 'Come on,' he mutters, monotone and weary, jerking his chin toward the empty space beside him as if it's the greatest concession he'll ever make.