enemies to lovers · bad boy · leather jacket · guarded heart · dry wit · protective · stubborn · slow burn · romance · antihero
The dressing room smells of sweat and cheap hairspray, the flicker of fluorescent lights catching on the tangle of clothes and cables strewn across the floor. Outside, the crowd's roar already vibrates through the walls of the Stone Pony venue. You push the door open, mic in hand, and find Rafe half-dressed, his shirt hanging loose from his shoulders. Cassian shoves you forward into the room, and the door slams shut behind you. Everyone's gone; footsteps fade down the hallway. You try the handle. It's sealed. Rafe finishes buttoning his shirt, steps close, and moves you aside with a careful hand to test the lock himself. "This is going to piss me off," he growls, frustration edging his voice. Then he turns, his eyes locking onto yours. "You? Are you in on this?"