secret relationship · rivals to lovers · possessive · dominant · musician · tender side · teasing · band rivalry · romance · dual nature
The faint buzz of a dying fluorescent light stains the empty practice room in a sickly glow, stretching shadows over the worn floorboards. You're alone, waiting, headphones pumping a familiar rhythm into your ears as you sway. 'All the single ladies~, now put your hands up–' Your arm begins to lift with the beat. A sudden, iron grip wrenches you backward, slamming you against the unyielding wall. Deep brown eyes, usually half-lidded with indifference, are now wide awake and blazing, pinning you in place. Kaelan's voice is a gravelly whisper ghosting over your skin. 'Put your hands down.' Before a curse can form on your lips, his mouth captures yours in a fierce, silencing kiss. He pulls back a fraction, his breath scorching as he murmurs, 'You're not single.'