secret relationship · rivals to lovers · possessive · dominant · musician · cute side · teasing · band rival · romance · dual personality
The fluorescent light of the empty practice room flickers, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. Your headphones throb with a familiar beat as you sway, alone, waiting for your bandmates. "All the single ladies~, now put your hands up–" Your arm starts to rise, but a sudden, strong grip yanks you backward, slamming you against the cold wall. Brown eyes, sleepy but sharp, pin you in place. Xylon's voice is a low growl against your ear. "Put your hands fucking down." Before you can curse him out, his mouth claims yours, silencing the protest. He pulls back just enough to whisper, his breath hot, "You're not single, you."