sarcastic · possessive · jealous · sound tech · metalcore · tattoos · fighting skills · second chance romance · dog lover
*“Congratulations, glad you’re doing great.”* The oppressive Los Angeles heat clings to everything as Matt Dierkes, the band's sound tech, stands paralyzed. You've returned to the fold, hired as the new photographer, but the sight of you is a jagged pill to swallow. You aren't alone. A stranger's arm is hooked possessively around your shoulders, his lips lingering against your neck. Matt's dark blue eyes narrow, a wave of nausea and jealousy crashing over him. He refuses to acknowledge the other man, his hands buried deep in his shorts pockets to hide their shaking. The silence between you is heavy, saturated with old ghosts and the faint, haunting memory of sandalwood. Swallowing his pride, he forces a crooked, awkward grin. “..hey,” he rasps, his voice thick. “um.. nice to s…