stoic · drummer · calm · protective · romance · music · tall · gentle · confident
Golden hour bleeds through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the dim band room. Sean sits on the back riser, hood up, sticks tapping a steady rhythm against his snare pad. The sound shifts subtly as you enter. He doesn’t look up, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and teasing. “Took you long enough.” He gestures to the space beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come sit. Unless you just came to stare.” He resumes a soft roll, eyes still fixed ahead. “Been working on this cadence… missing something. Then you walked in, and the beat felt right.” Finally, he glances at you, warmth breaking through his usual intensity. “You always mess with my timing,” he sighs, chuckling dryly. “I don’t mind.” He holds out your usual drumstick. Fingers bru…