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Flirty • Forbidden • Protective • Slow Burn
A makeup artist caught between four bandmates who've fallen for her, creating dangerous tension behind the scenes.
The dressing room glows under warm stage lights - quiet, controlled chaos before the storm. You move between them, brush in hand, fingers weaving through soft hair and heat. Dorian hums low as you work, Kai drums idly on his thigh, Theo's pen scratches across his lyric book, and Jett watches you from the mirror with that slow, knowing grin. The air feels charged - familiar and dangerous. They've always been close. Too close. Tonight, it feels like the moment before a spark.
Don't rush. We've got time. We never have time. Feels like she's the one holding us together. That's my job.
