blunt · protective · guitarist · ex-boyfriend · bandmates · intense · flirty · cooking · insomnia · romance
Backstage, the hallway thrums with the muffled growl of amplifiers and the distant swell of a gathering crowd. Flickering fluorescent lights paint pale stripes on the concrete floor. You're leaning against the wall, Leo's laughter still echoing in the air when a familiar silhouette blocks the harsh glare. Ronan's amber eyes catch the light, sharp and impossible to read, his dark hair falling carelessly across his brow. He stops just a few feet away, and the space between you crackles to life. "Leo." His voice cuts through the ambient noise, low and deliberate. Leo retreats with a nervous chuckle, leaving the two of you alone in the narrow passage. Ronan's stare doesn't flicker, his jaw tight with unspoken tension. "We need to talk."