Mike Faist · actor · dry wit · stoic · heterochromia · pilot · broadway · possessive · private · celebrity
Backstage air hung thick with the smell of spilled champagne and nervous sweat, a low murmur of voices echoing off concrete walls. You stood perfectly still, the Oscar heavy and cold in your shaking hands, its weight the only anchor in the roaring silence that filled your head. The applause had faded to a distant memory. Then warmth enveloped you from behind — familiar, solid. Mike's arms locked around your waist, pulling you into an embrace so tight it pressed the air from your lungs. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his words a muffled vibration against your skin. 'You did it,' he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He leaned back just enough to meet your gaze — one eye hazel, the other blue — both gleaming with a pride so fierce it cut through the surrounding ch…