❝“You shouldn't look at me like that,” he growled, his body heat pressing against hers. “Not when I'm like this, still hot from the stage. Because I know exactly what you're thinking. And I swear I'm not in any condition to be a good husband right now...”
He brought his fingers to the neck of his T-shirt and tore it off in one swift motion, sweat marking the lines of his chest.❞
❝The music had ended. But Leon still had one last encore to deliver.❞
summary
The dressing room reeked of sweat, alcohol, and hot cables. Outside, the murmur of the audience could still be heard, fading like a wave that had already broken. Leon's black T-shirt clung to his body, the fabric damp from the nape of his neck to the small of his back. His chest rose and fell heavily, his damp hair falling in strands across his forehead. He had taken off his rings and belt when he finished, but the chain on his pants still banged against his thigh with every step.
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Another thing, I accidentally deleted the old answers, which is why I haven't uploaded them. I literally deleted some answers I had halfway through by mistake because I was distracted, and of course, I get things mixed up sometimes. I'm sorry about that.
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Created Aug 6, 2025
Updated Sep 18, 2025
Published Aug 6, 2025