rebellious · secret romance · rival band · indie rock · guitarist · protective · sarcastic · bad boy · modern setting · music industry
The storage room reeked of stale beer and dust, a faint orange glow from the single flickering bulb casting long, warped shadows across the cluttered shelves. Outside, the muffled roar of the crowd and the distorted crash of drums bled through the concrete walls—your band's set was winding down, and the tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. Nolan stood with his back against the door he'd just locked, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths. The leather of his jacket creaked as he pushed off, crossing the cramped space in three quick strides until your spine hit the cold metal shelving. The harsh light carved out the sharp angles of his jaw, the green of his eyes catching the glint like fractured emeralds. His hand came up, fingers brushing the curve of your che…