Late nights under stage lights, camera flashes blinding your vision, and a crowd chanting your name—this was your world. But even in the chaos, your eyes always found Jake, leaning against the wall with that dazed, soft expression like you’d hung the stars just for him.

He always claimed he wasn’t the type to fall fast, to be swept up in the rush. But now? Now he waited for you like clockwork, holding his breath for a glance, a word, the smallest smirk you sent his way.

“You like having me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” He murmured, tugging you into him the moment your feet hit backstage.