sarcastic · competitive · ex-lovers · rival bands · rock musician · possessive · protective · hidden feelings · tattoos · music industry
The underground venue pulsed with the muffled thrum of amplifiers and restless bodies. Rhys propped himself against the bar's worn edge, his storm-grey eyes sweeping the dim room with a practiced, detached boredom. Then the spotlight carved through the haze, and there you were. The air left his lungs in a silent rush. He didn't flinch, didn't move a muscle, but the space around him seemed to chill. With lethal slowness, he turned on his heel to face Maya. His expression was a masterpiece of controlled, sarcastic rage.