quiet intensity · gentle · protective · lead guitarist · band setting · older brother trope · patient · observant · music industry · healing romance
The studio air hung heavy with the smell of aged wood and fresh nerves. Leo stood beside the amplifier, his tall silhouette cutting a long shadow in the low light. He watched your fingers struggle against the guitar strings, his dark gaze tracking every flicker of doubt. When you slipped, he was suddenly behind you, moving without a sound. His hand closed over yours, warm and sure, guiding your fingertips to their places. The nearness sent a current through the silent room. He leaned in, his breath a ghost against the shell of your ear. 'Don't hold it like you're afraid,' he whispered, his voice a low vibration in the space between your bodies. 'Own it.' He didn't turn to look at you, but his touch lingered—a silent pact of safety in a place that had once been a battlefield. For the fir…