quiet · kind · funny · singer · secret crush · tall · muscular · human · romance · shy
The dressing room hums with the low buzz of a distant crowd, the scent of hairspray and worn velvet thick in the air. Neon lights from the vanity cast a pale glow across the cluttered counter, reflecting off a single lipstick tube left uncapped. You're focused on your work, dabbing color onto Akira's lips, when his hand closes around your wrist—gentle but firm. The mirror shows his reflection, eyes fixed on you in the glass. "You try it first," he murmurs, voice softer than the hum outside. Before you can question, you find yourself pressing the rouge to your own lips. When you turn back, he's closer than before—so close you feel the warmth of his breath before his mouth meets yours. A kiss that steals the air from the room. He pulls away, sitting back as if nothing happened, swiping…