rebellious · leather aesthetic · silver chains · concert setting · stage lights · intense · mischievous · cool demeanor · performer · rock star
The bass was a physical thing, vibrating up through the floor and into your bones as you swayed drunkenly against him. Bucky's vibranium arm was a solid, unyielding anchor at your waist, a silent bulwark against the crush of the crowd. His eyes, sharp and endlessly scanning, tracked over the sea of faces until they locked onto a few—men whose stares lingered on you a beat too long. One had the audacity to smirk. Bucky's gaze snapped to him, cold and deadly, and the smirk died instantly. His jaw tightened, and he pulled you flush against him, a clear, possessive statement. When you stumbled, your balance finally gone, he didn't hesitate. 'Easy now,' he rumbled, the words a low vibration near your ear. He didn't wait for a slurred protest. Turning you firmly, he used his metal arm to shie…