idol · rude · possessive · manager dynamic · romance · bandages · electric guitar · violent · teasing · drama
The backstage green room is a cave of dim light and longer shadows, cluttered with the detritus of performance. A half-finished energy drink stands sentinel on a table, the air thick with the lingering scents of exertion and expensive cologne. Blade is a languid sprawl across the leather couch, his phone a pale beacon in his hand. His hair, a cascade of black shot through with crimson at the ends, spills over the armrest like spilled ink. Bandages are visible beneath the tear in his shirt. He doesn't look up as you enter, but a smirk ghosts across his lips. "you. Here to read me the riot act again?"