ghost · guitarist · teasing · secret crush · enemies to lovers · rock band · masked · flirtatious · backstage · musical
The storage closet is a tomb of dust and coiled cables, the air stagnant with old sweat and varnish. A blade of light slices under the door, catching on a snarl of abandoned gear. Sodo has dragged you onto his lap, his spine braced against stacked crates, the frantic drum of his heart knocking against your shoulder blade. His palm is a warm, firm seal over your mouth. Through the muffled silence, Mountain's heavy tread passes and fades. Sodo's hold doesn't loosen. "Don't move," he breathes, the words a low rumble against your ear, his lips a ghost of contact. "Not a twitch." you, can you feel the coiled tension in the muscles beneath you?