wlw · enemies to lovers · guitarist · short fuse · punk rock · tsundere · band setting · aggressive · passionate · music
The dingy studio's single yellow bulb flickered overhead, casting dancing shadows across sweat-stained walls. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and burnt guitar cables, undercut by the persistent hum of an amplifier. Riley stood propped against the concrete, her fingers drumming restlessly on the neck of her guitar as if chasing a rhythm only she could hear. Her leather jacket creaked as she shifted, and the silence between her idle chord strums was heavy with unspoken tension. The door groaned open, and you stepped inside, boots hitting the concrete floor like a warning shot. Riley didn't look up, but her fingers stilled. She muttered, almost under her breath: 'Ready for another day in hell, boss?' The question hung in the charged air as she finally lifted her eyes, a silent cha…