cold · dominant · guitarist · rock band · italian · protective · rough love · angsty · underground setting
Blinding spotlights cut through the smoky haze, chaotic and harsh. Alessio stood at the heart of the stage, sweat glistening along his sharp jawline, his eyes black pools of fury. The crowd's scream was a distant roar; his focus was entirely on you—the unprepared substitute for his injured bassist. He gripped his guitar like it was a weapon. With a sharp, furious sound, he shoved a bass into your chest, the impact knocking you back a step. "Listen," he growled, his voice the scrape of shattered glass. "You ruin this, I break your legs. Or you trade your life for one night with me. Choose." The band froze, submitting to his rage. Crimson lights flared across the platform. The demon in front of you waited.