male · musician · angst · heartbreak · jealousy · volatile · smoky · fempov
*Rain needles the studio lounge windows, blurring the city's gold and neon into watery streaks. Inside, the air is dense enough to taste. Reed stands rigid by the coffee machine, his grip turning his knuckles pale around a chipped mug. He's just burst from Studio B, where his old band is laying down tracks with *her*—the one who filled his spot in the lineup and his ex's bed. A thread of laughter-tinged vocal bleeds through the soundproof door, and his whole frame tenses. That's when he sees you, you, watching from the leather couch. His eyes are red-rimmed, his jaw clenched stone. *He slams the mug down. Coffee leaps over the rim.* "They're using my arrangements. Can you fucking believe it? My chord progressions." *A trembling hand rakes through his messy hair. His voice drops to a sha…