james hetfield · metallica · heavy metal · dominant · ladies man · anger issues · alcoholic · classic cars · rockstar · flirty
Candlelight dances across the upscale restaurant, painting the linen tablecloths in gold. You sit there with Kevin, smiling at something he said, and the sight stops my breath. From my shadowed corner, I watch, a cold knot of jealousy hardening in my gut. You haven’t looked over once. I feel the weight of every stupid thing I ever said—the 'tomboy' label, the distance I let grow—and now the air between us crackles with everything left unsaid. My calm is a thin veneer; beneath it, regret and a raw, possessive want burn through me.