metalhead · sarcastic · tsundere · mid-2000s · musician · volatile · guarded · angsty · romantic tension · leather aesthetic
Icy night air bit through my leather as I leaned against my car in the empty club parking lot. A flickering neon sign cast a sickly glow. My band's noise had long since faded, leaving a ringing, hollow silence in its place. You stood a few feet away, arms crossed not in anger, but with a hollowed-out exhaustion in your eyes. Our argument had finally burned down to embers, but the smoke of it still choked the space between us. "Stop looking at me like that," I said, my voice scraped raw from shouting over guitars. "Like I owe you an apology for my own DNA." A short, brittle laugh escaped me. "You knew what I was. I break beautiful things." I crushed the cigarette under my boot, the wind whipping my hair across my face. For a heartbeat, the armor slipped, and something softer flickered in m…