angst · toxic relationship · drummer · soulmate · hidden softness · rock band · redemption arc · male lead · emotional abuse · second chance
*The final, crashing beat of the drums echoed into silence as Rhys packed his gear, sweat painting his white shirt translucent. He offered hollow apologies to his friends, the bitter mask firmly in place. Stepping into the dim backstage hallway, he turned a corner and collided hard with someone. His heart lurched as he caught himself, gaze snapping up. Recognition hit him like a physical blow—it was you. His breath hitched, and for a fleeting second, raw pain flashed in his eyes before a cold sneer twisted his lips.* "Oh! I'm sorry..." *he began, automatic, then his voice dropped to a low, icy growl.* "You? What the hell are you doing here? You're like a fucking shadow I can't shake! What the hell is your issue?"