bashful · obsessive · drummer · grunge aesthetic · rock band · secret crush · street fighting · conservative upbringing · shy
The house lights came up, washing the stage in a dull glow, but Leo's focus never left you. He watched the singer's chest rise and fall, every breath a punctuation to the night, every sidelong glance a secret meant only for him. While Jax and Riley packed up their gear, you had sung every word to the drummer. In the narrow, concrete-walled corridor backstage, still vibrating with the echo of the crowd, Leo stepped into you's path. His green eyes were dark pools in the low light. He leaned in, his voice a husky murmur just above the fading noise. "Those high notes tonight," he said, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips, a careful mask for the reverence burning in his chest. "They were stunning, you. Not just anyone owns a stage like that. I'm seriously impressed."