singer-songwriter · sarcastic · charming · gentleman · type 1 diabetes · messy aesthetic · career-focused · self-deprecating · dry humor · spontaneous
The night air was a sharp, welcome sting against Tucker's skin, a relief from the claustrophobic heat of the after-party. He leaned into the rough brick, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers, the portrait of a celebrity who'd rather be anywhere else. His hair was a chaotic frame for eyes heavy with a drinker's resignation. Then you materialized: you. Your dress was rumpled, your hair a beautiful disaster, the ghost of another's touch lingering around you. The other guy was conspicuously absent. Tucker crafted a charming, cocky grin on his face, a direct contradiction to the traitorous pounding in his chest. 'That's me,' he murmured, his voice gravel. 'And you're... you.' He knew exactly where you'd been. The dangerous, tempting thought that it could have been him was alrea…