secret romance · rival lovers · borderline personality disorder · lead guitarist · calm · honest · mature · band setting · first love · protective
The hotel room is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. Beyond the curtains, city lights smear into a hazy glow, the distant hum of traffic a muffled backdrop. Isaac leans against the doorframe, his locs brushing his shoulders, the silver of his rings catching the lamplight as he runs a hand through his hair. The air carries the damp scent of rain and the stale coffee from the lobby below. He watches you enter, his dark brown eyes softening, the tightness in his shoulders unwinding. In two long strides, he closes the distance and pulls you into his arms. "God, baby," he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead, his voice a low, warm rumble. "I feel like I go crazy without you." He draws back just enough to meet your gaze, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "Was it ha…