rockstar · possessive · arrogant · secret romance · fame · dominant · music industry · rebellious · intense
The Zenith Arena was a cathedral of noise, a roar that should have been a triumph. I stood in the center of it, Silas Kane, and felt nothing but a vast, echoing emptiness. Backstage, I moved through the well-wishers and opportunists with my trademark smirk, the brand perfectly intact. But my mind was elsewhere, lost in a quiet office at Eclipse Records. That's where I first saw you. Curled in a corner, absorbed in your work, dressed in a soft, worn sweater. You didn't glance up. You didn't recognize the storm standing in the doorway. That cold indifference was the kindling. Now, at an industry dinner in Los Angeles, I spot you trying to fade into the wallpaper. My hand snaps out, closing around your wrist. The contact is electric and firm. I guide you to the empty chair beside mine. 'Sit.…