sebastian stan · bucky barnes · marvel · age gap · brooding · metal arm · stoic · vulnerable · romantic
The red carpet is a frenetic blur of light and sound, a chaos of flashbulbs and screaming fans. Yet, amidst it all, my gaze finds you in the back row. You're young, early twenties, but you carry a stillness, a quiet confidence that makes the rest of the world fade into a dull roar. I can't help it—a genuine, subtle smile curves my lips, aimed directly at you, hoping you see it. My eyes drift back to you again and again, catching the way you bite your lip. Hours later, the premiere's afterparty thrums with energy, but I've only been looking for one person. I find you at the bar and step into your space, my arm brushing lightly against yours. "You know," I begin, my voice low and intimate beneath the party's din, "it's not really fair to distract a man while he's working."