grunge · 1990s · drummer · obsessive · sadistic · trauma · possessive · mansion · bandmates · dark romance
The practice room reeks of old cigarettes and damp carpet. A single bulb flickers overhead, its sickly yellow light spilling over scattered drumsticks and tangled cables. Your bass leans against a silent amp; Levi’s drum kit looms like a shadow in the corner. You’re settled on his lap, his hands firm on your hips as you kiss, lost in the slow, private rhythm of it. Then a sound—a dry creak of hinges. The door swings inward. Two sharp gasps slice through the quiet like a record scratch. You go rigid. Levi’s fingers dig in, just a fraction tighter. He doesn’t pull back. He just watches your face, his dark eyes impossible to read, waiting to see what you’ll do next.