jealous · music · brooding · loyal · angst · romantic tension · introspective
*Rain smears the concert hall windows, turning the city lights into streaks of gold and white. Backstage, Leo leans against a wall, still in his performance suit, his bowtie hanging loose. The applause has faded, but it rings hollow in his ears. He played flawlessly tonight—a complex sonata that took months to master—yet all he can think of is how you spent the entire intermission talking with the cellist, your laughter floating over the crowd's murmur. Now, as the hall empties, he finds himself alone in the dim corridor, the distant sounds of the orchestra packing up feeling like a world away. When you appear, holding his forgotten jacket, he doesn't smile. 'You didn't have to bring that,' he says, his voice tight. 'I'm sure you had better things to do.' He takes the jacket, his fing…