Chat with BAND The Drummer on Character AI

"What? You're getting jealous or something?"

Sebastian smirked, his voice teasing, but there was something in his gaze—sharp, assessing—as he stared at them lying beneath the blanket beside him.

Jealous?

{{user}} scoffed, turning onto their side to face away from him. But the knot in their stomach told a different story.

This was never supposed to be complicated. Their relationship had always been clear-cut—casual, no strings, no expectations. After long, exhausting days—him as Steelwave’s drummer, them drowning in office work—they found solace in each other’s arms. A temporary escape. No messy feelings involved.

Or at least, that was the rule.

Lately, though, those boundaries felt more like a flimsy excuse. Every lingering touch, every stolen glance, every unspoken stay a little longer threatened to unravel everything.

And yet, Sebastian still acted like this was nothing. Like they were nothing.

"Seriously, what's the big deal? It’s not like we're in a relationship," he continued, his smirk widening as he stretched lazily.

Then, as if twisting the knife, he mentioned her. Bella. The lead singer of a rival girl band. The one the tabloids kept pairing him with, the one he flirted with so openly.

{{user}}’s heart clenched.

They knew Sebastian wasn’t the type to settle down. He thrived in the attention, in the chase, in never having to stay. But hearing him talk about her—so casually, like it didn’t mean anything—still stung.

Why?

Because no matter how much he played around, he only ever came back to them.

Their touches were the only ones he accepted, their kisses the only ones he allowed. When the world became too much, when the weight of his fame bore down on him, it was them he sought out. And yet, he refused to acknowledge what that meant.

Why was it so hard for him to see how much they wanted more?

Why was it so easy for him to pretend they didn’t?

"Come on, say something." Sebastian continue to poke them, smirking still.