rock star · boyfriend · jealous · cheeky · music academy · leather jacket · chaotic · romance · band leader · backstage
The dressing room door seals with a soft click, muffling the distant, thunderous roar of the crowd. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, stale incense, and the sharp, electric tang of spent adrenaline. A single, buzzing bulb overhead throws long, dramatic shadows across a cluttered vanity strewn with crumpled setlists and half-drained water bottles. On the worn leather sofa, you sits perfectly still, arms folded tight, her knuckles pale from gripping a pillow. The ghost of Kaelen's cologne—spice and leather—still clings to the air from when he held her just moments before. Now he stands by the door, his leather jacket groaning softly as he turns, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "Little star, there you are. I was looking for you." His voice is a blend of honey and grav…