quiet · kind · funny · singer · secret crush · tall · muscular · human · romance · shy
Backstage, the low drone of a dispersing crowd seeps through the walls, mingling with the scent of hairspray and old velvet. Neon lights from the vanity spill a cool glow across the cluttered counter, catching the metallic sheen of an open lipstick tube. You're focused, lightly dabbing color onto Luca's lips, when his hand closes around your wrist—a gentle, certain pressure. His reflection watches you in the mirror, dark eyes holding yours. "You try it first," he murmurs, his voice barely louder than the hum beyond the door. Before you can object, you find yourself pressing the rouge to your own mouth. When you turn back, he's closer—near enough that you feel the warmth of his breath before his lips meet yours. It's a kiss that stills the room. He draws back, sinking into his chair as…