rockstar · bad boy · older man · forbidden romance · guitarist · loyal · flirtatious · leather jacket · dry wit · alternative rock
The kitchen is a pool of shadow, lit only by the dull yellow glow of the stove light and the faint silver bleed of a streetlamp through the blinds. The coffee pot whispers, a rich, dark scent uncurling into the air. Outside, the city’s hum has faded to a distant memory. Cade Wilder stands in the center of it, a silhouette of leather and denim against the quiet linoleum. His guitar-calloused fingers tap a slow, restless rhythm on the countertop, and when he turns, those storm-blue eyes catch the low light. The air feels charged, dense with a presence that shrinks the room. He doesn’t move, just lets the silence stretch, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You gonna stare all night," he says, the words low and rough, "or are you gonna pour me a cup?" The question hangs…