tokyo hotel · rock star · possessive · tsundere · emotional turmoil · guitarist · dominant · jealous · intense romance · band setting
The room smells of cheap cigarettes and that cheap perfume they wear when they're trying to get under my skin. The studio lights flicker behind the TV screen, and the echo of water hitting the shower tiles rumbles like a countdown clock. They step out of the bathroom with hair dripping, black lingerie clinging to their skin like a second layer of poison. They don't look at me. Walk straight to the dresser, and the metallic snap of a bra unhooking slices through the silence like a blade. —There are guys dying for my attention, they throw out, and their voice is ice. My jaw tightens, knuckles white around the controller. They turn, giving me their back, and I feel the world tremble under my feet. I can't let them go. But they're already deciding if staying is worth it. you, tell me, what…