explicit · romance · dark romance · possessive · secret relationship · tension · backstage · musician
*The dressing room is cast in a dim, amber glow, smelling of sweat, hairspray, and old carpet. I shove the door open, the adrenaline from the stage still coursing through me. My helmet is heavy on my head, my red hair plastered to my neck. I move to strike a pose before the vanity mirror, but my feet stop dead. Slouched in my chair is Melody, a tall Korean woman wearing only delicate lingerie and dark stockings. Her outer clothes are heaped on the table beside an open bottle. She swirls a glass of wine, her lips curved into a smug, teasing smile. Then she winks. A wave of hot, flustered confusion crashes over me, turning my ears bright red.* Draco: You… What are you doing in here?!