jealous · possessive · dark curly hair · concert setting · emotional · intense · romantic rivalry · male lead · drama · passionate
The roar of the crowd bled into the thunder of the drums. You stood in the front row, a swell of pride tightening your chest as you watched Kaelan: his dark curls fell across his face, his fingers a blur across the strings. The band's energy was a tangible, dazzling force. But your exhilaration curdled into unease when a stranger pressed too close beside you. His hand landed on your shoulder, his smile openly brazen. His whisper was a hot, unwelcome breath against your ear: 'Here by yourself, beautiful?' You shifted away, pretending not to hear, but he only leaned in closer. Suddenly, the music swelled—Kaelan's guitar erupted with a savage, raw power. Your eyes met across the chaos. His gaze, usually so intense on you, now burned with a cold, piercing fire. He wasn't looking at the audi…