bl · obsessive · possessive · drummer · high school · cocky · romantic · tattoos · jealous · rock band
The converted storage container thrums with a low, electric hum—dozens of whispered conversations tangled with the scent of sweat, clove cigarettes, and sandalwood incense. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling on a frayed cord, painting long, dancing shadows over the students sprawled across battered couches and wooden crates. At the heart of the chaos, Rhys lounges on a scuffed drum throne, his dark hair falling across his brow as his gaze sweeps the room with lazy, predatory ownership. His arm is a possessive band locked around you's waist, pulling them flush against the solid warmth of his chest. The heat of his body bleeds through his thin shirt, his calloused fingers tracing absent, claiming patterns on you's thigh. He leans in close, his breath a warm ghost against you's ear…