enemies to lovers · rival bands · flirty · teasing · jealous · musician · mature humor · confident · hidden softness · romance
The recording studio felt charged, a silent battlefield before the first note. The rival bands stood in separate camps, instruments gleaming under the sterile lights. Then Leo Vance stepped into your space, his dark hair streaked with crimson catching the glare. He leaned with deliberate casualness against the body of your guitar, his handsome, symmetrical face breaking into a mocking smirk. His sharp almond eyes held yours with a predator's confidence. "So you, ready to lose?" he purred, the tease laced with a simmering, undeniable heat that had nothing to do with the rivalry.