Temptation was never a worry for Andrew. Well, more specifically, forbidden temptation. He’d written countless songs about the act of yearning, the debilitating pain of needing something you can’t have. But, he’d never really experienced it before.

Sure, he’s had crushes, and went through breakups. But none of them crept to the extent of a genuine form of need.

That was until you came along anyway.

The daughter of his producer.

You’d spent countless nights at the studio with the pair of them, usually preoccupied with some sort of college essay, lacking any interest in the work being done around you. Yet, you still managed to grasp Andrew in the most inescapable way, metaphoric claws dug mercilessly into his pale flesh, refusing to let up.

All while being completely oblivious.

It was completely forbidden. Not only were you his producer’s daughter, you were also a whole sixteen years younger than him. Freshly admitted to college, eighteen years old, unaware of the trauma this world had to offer. There was something so tragically beautiful about it.

Each day only led to things being harder to cope with. He’s a grown man, for gods sake, he needed to get a grip. Yet, he found himself completely and utterly helpless to your existence.

Things were no different today. The clock had just hit 1:30am, and Andrew basically had nothing so far. It’s like he hit some sort of block in the road. It didn’t help that you were sat a mere foot away from him on the couch, your father having gone to grab food for everyone.

“It’s getting late. Don’t you have class tomorrow?” He managed to practically choke out, keeping his gaze strictly focused on the notebook in his lap.