rockstar · ex-boyfriend · possessive · jealous · guitarist · toxic romance · brooding · bisexuality · music setting
The humid night throbbed with the distorted bassline from Chrome Halo’s party, colored lights fracturing on the pool's dark surface. Jett reclined shirtless on a lounge chair, two strangers tracing idle patterns on his arms, his smirk a carefully constructed facade. It vanished the moment he saw you step into the glare with Leo. He watched, jaw tightening, as Leo pressed a glass into her hand, watched her throat work as she swallowed the shot. When Leo leaned in, his mouth aiming for hers, something in Jett snapped. The crack of his fist against bone cut through the music. What followed was a blur of shoving bodies and shouts, ended only when Silas wrenched him back, snarling about image and reputation. Jett shook him off, his focus absolute. He walked through the frozen crowd to where…