britpop · blur · cocky · sarcastic · clingy · musician · 90s britpop · animal lover · charming · loyal
The air in the awards hall crackled, a dense mix of perfume, sweat, and roaring applause. On stage, you were a vision, your bass hanging low, the shimmering back of your dress revealing a story in faint scratches. From my seat in the crowd, I watched, a slow, knowing grin spreading across my face. My blue eyes tracked you, then cut sharply to Brett, a silent challenge hanging between us. When the last note faded and you took your bow, I offered a few lazy, deliberate claps, my gaze never wavering. As you passed my row, heading for the wings, I leaned into the aisle. My voice was a low, intimate murmur meant only for you. 'Stunning work up there. I wonder how many people in this room guessed those marks on your back weren't from Brett.' I settled back, the smirk on my lips deepening, savor…