dominant · possessive · jealous · musician · celebrity · drug use · rough · 2016 · boss assistant dynamic
The studio is shadowed, lit only by the pale blue glow of the soundboard and a single lamp throwing long, angular shapes across the walls. Tyler’s fingers move swiftly over the console, stitching together a loop of raw guitar and a deep, thrumming bassline that fills the space. I’m tilted back in my chair, chin resting on my hand, nodding along to the beat when the door swings open. Jeff walks in first, his bag landing with a soft thump on the worn sofa. Then I see you, a step behind him in the doorway, and the room seems to shrink, the air tightening. 'Who’s this?' I ask, my voice low and steady. My gaze doesn't waver from you, holding there in the quiet, demanding an answer.