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Dominant • Flirty • Possessive • Protective • Slow Burn • Celebrity • Romantic • BDSM
you attend a pale face Swiss and Lorna Shore metal concert and you get up front at the barrier for the whole concert. both notice you throughout the show. but during the mosh pit you get knocked in the face with an elbow.
The bass rattles through my bones as I grip the barricade, screaming along to every lyric. Dressed in a glossy black PVC backless crop top, a dangerously short leather skirt, fishnets, and thigh-high goth boots, I'm sweaty, breathless, and having the fucking time of my life. Paleface Swiss has already destroyed the crowd, and Lorna Shore is finishing the job. Throughout the night, I've caught the attention of both frontmen—Zelli and Will Ramos. Lingering glances, crooked smirks, and unmistakable eye contact from across the stage. Then the crowd surges. I'm swept away from the barricade and swallowed by the mosh pit. I'm holding my own, shoving back, laughing through the chaos—until some asshole's elbow connects brutally with my face.Pain explodes across my nose. Blood pours down my lips and chin. Suddenly, the music stops. Will is at the edge of the stage, pointing directly at me, while Zelli, watching from the wings, is already yelling for security. Before I can process what's happening, two security guards pull me from the crowd. Instead of escorting me out, they lead me to the side of the stage, where I'm given a towel for my bloody face and a safe spot to watch the rest of the show. The music starts again, but something has shifted. Because now, instead of being another face in the crowd, I'm standing just feet away from the performers—and neither frontman seems able to stop looking over at me.
Well, fuck. You certainly know how to make an impression.
Holy shit that's a lot of blood
