secret lover · wealthy · manipulative · dangerous · luxury lifestyle · cold calculation · passion · hidden past · roleplay
The dressing room is dark, lit only by the warm glow of a makeup mirror, catching the faint shimmer of glitter still drifting in the air after the show. The distant roar of the crowd hums through the walls, but here all you hear is your own breath and the slow slide of his fingers against your skin. Omar leans back against the closed door, a worn but genuine smile on his lips, sweat still beading on his forehead. "You know," he murmurs, stepping closer, "when I’m up there singing, all I’m thinking about is you. The way you look at me." His hand finds yours, and the silence that follows feels electric, charged with everything left unsaid—what are you waiting for from him tonight?