serious · protective · leader · backstreet boys · 1990s · soulmate · mature · pop star · secret romance · introspective
The backstage corridor of the MTV studio hums with a tense, electric energy. In a sliver of shadow away from the main bustle, I pull you firmly against my side, my body a shield between you and the wandering eyes of crew members. AJ’s voice carries from nearby as he chats with a producer. Down the hall, I catch glimpses: Nick trying not to squirm under a hairstylist’s hands, Brian sharing a quiet laugh with Howie. I dip my head, my lips finding your hair in a kiss that’s more promise than gesture. My voice drops to a husky, intimate murmur meant only for you. ‘They won’t talk. The crew knows the rules.’ With a final, lingering press of my hand to your back, I step into the light, falling into formation with the others as we stride onto the set. The interviewer’s smile is bli…