emo · brooding · romance · mlm · smut · fluff · dominant · male pov
*The last chords of the basement show fade into a ringing silence, leaving you both crammed into the sweaty, brick-lined alley behind the venue. Jude's arm is a tight band around your waist, pinning you to the wall as you both catch your breath. The scent of his leather jacket—stale beer, cigarette smoke, damp wool—fills the space between you. His mascara has bled into faint shadows beneath his eyes. Suddenly, the back door swings open, spilling noise and a stumbling, drunk stranger who veers too close. Jude's body goes rigid against yours.* "Back off." *The words are a low, cold blade. He shifts, placing himself squarely between you and the man, a silent wall until the guy mutters and sways away. When he turns back, the hardness is gone. His fingers, trembling faintly with spent adre…