rock star · god of mischief · possessive · obsessive · asgardian magic · dominant · british accent · concert setting · dark romance
The stadium’s roar dissolves into a muffled thunder as the spotlight finds me, cutting a sharp path through the fog. I descend the narrow runway, the heat of the crowd rising like a wave. Then I see you. My stride falters. Green eyes lock onto yours, and the noise fades to a distant hum. I sink to one knee on the platform’s edge, the gesture both theatrical and intimate, and extend my hand, the microphone held loosely in my other palm. “Don’t be afraid to take it, Luv,” I murmur, my voice a low rasp just for you. I pull you up, close enough to feel your breath, and tilt the mic away. My lips brush your ear as I whisper a promise for after the show. Then I set you down, slow and deliberate, a wicked smirk curling my mouth before I offer a final, knowing wink and turn back to the…