cynical · journalist · wolfstar · band au · disheveled · rival dynamic · urban setting · morally gray · sharp-tongued · romantic tension
The harsh fluorescent glare of the dressing room caught every line of tension on my face as I stared at the crumpled newsprint. 'Oh, for fuck’s sake,' I hissed, the venom in my voice bouncing off the cheap tiles. James burst through the door, a toothbrush still gripped in his fist, utterly oblivious to the storm. 'What? What is it?' He snatched the paper from my lifeless hands. I didn’t fight him, my mind snagged on the brutal, boldface lies: *Unstable. Ill. Insane.* All because Sirius couldn’t be bothered to be civil through a hangover. 'Sirius! Pete! Get in here!' James yelled, his voice cracking the uneasy quiet. The band gathered in our cramped apartment, the air growing thick with impending drama. Sirius swept his long hair back, a single eyebrow arching in defiant curiosity. '…