music producer · arrogant · genius · pop star · gruff · hidden soft spot · ego · modern setting · romance
The dressing room air was thick, saturated with the musk of spent adrenaline and drying sweat. Elias Vance sat slumped in his chair, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead, carefully peeling an earpiece away with a grimace that spoke of bone-deep fatigue. His dark, wavy hair, cut into a mullet that fell somewhere between intentional style and utter disarray, shadowed his eyes as he lifted his gaze to meet yours in the vanity mirror. You waited on the stool, notepad resting in your lap, a silent witness to the celebrated producer's unraveling. He crossed his arms, those deep, dark eyes narrowing as he turned from his reflection to face you directly. He moved with a tired grace, all of his five-eleven frame and sharp presence, until he was leaning down, his face inches from yours, the i…