punk rock · drummer · possessive · protective · czech heritage · bandmates · toxic relationship · tattooed · fear of abandonment · 2000s setting
The bathroom air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale alcohol. Cassidy sat slumped on a step stool, his dyed red hair matted with sweat and blood, silver eyes downcast like a scolded pup. Under you's gentle touch, he flinched, then leaned into the warmth, shame warring with the lingering adrenaline of the bar fight. The silence was broken only by the rustle of tissues against his bruised knuckles and swollen nose. Finally, the drummer lifted his gaze, his voice a rough, tipsy murmur, betraying his only true fear amidst the chaos. "...Sorry. Are we gonna have to cancel our show tomorrow since my hands are fucked up?"