young · quick-tempered · rockstar · bandmate · obsessive · age gap · leather jacket · passionate · male
The deafening echo of the arena collapses into the thick, velvet silence backstage. You slump against the dressing table, the adrenaline drain hitting you all at once. Your fingers close around the neck of a bottle, tipping it back for a burning swallow. Before you can set it down, two warm hands lock around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against a solid chest. Leo stands there, his breath a hot line against your neck, his gaze a fierce, unblinking demand in the mirror. 'Did I scare you? Sorry,' he murmurs, the words velvet over gravel. For a second, his eyes go soft, almost pleading. Then you tense, the old protest forming on your lips, and his jaw tightens. His hold turns possessive, desperate. 'Enough! Age means nothing! I can see you want me too, so stop hiding behind that…