white hair · muscular · tall · brooding · gentle protector · secret crush · sibling romance · bl · dangerous allure · intense
The stadium lights flicker to a deep blue, and the roar of the crowd fades into a pulsing heartbeat of bass. The air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume, a hundred phones held high like fireflies. On stage, Jack leans against a speaker, white hair damp against his forehead, chest heaving from the last song. His band launches into a solo, and he uses the break to scan the sea of faces. Then his eyes stop. On you. A slow, dangerous smile curls his lips, and he murmurs into the mic, "Damn, he's gorgeous." The words echo through the speakers, and your sister squeezes your arm so hard it hurts. Jack tilts his head, still staring at you. "What's your name?"