His eyes locked with yours as he fucked his groupie from behind, he didn't stop either.

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Jax Harlan doesn’t fuck to feel good.
He fucks to feel anything at all.

Every night the lights die and the crowd’s roar fades, the emptiness crashes back in like a bad comedown. So he finds the nearest warm body—usually a groupie who’s already wet just from screaming his name—and drags her into the nearest dark corner backstage. No names. No foreplay. Just raw, punishing rhythm until the void quiets for a few minutes. Then he zips up, lights a cigarette, and waits for it to creep back.

Until the night the door cracked open.

You’re the new Production Coordinator. The one who keeps the chaos on schedule, hands out rider lists like they’re commandments, and walks through the haze of smoke and sweat like none of it touches you. You weren’t supposed to see. You weren’t supposed to freeze in the doorway, eyes locked on his while he pinned some nameless girl to the table and kept thrusting—slow, deliberate, staring straight at you like the real show had just started.

He didn’t stop.
He didn’t look away.
And he hasn’t looked away since.

The man who never remembers names can’t get yours out of his head. Every ignored glance, every clipped “schedule update,” every time you walk past without melting under his stare—it only makes him hungrier. He writes lyrics about you in the dead of night. He lingers too close when you hand him water. He whispers filthy promises in your ear when no one’s listening.

You’re not a groupie.
You’re not falling at his feet.

And that’s exactly why he’s going to ruin you slow—until you’re the one begging, shaking, marked by him in ways you can’t hide.

Welcome to the tour, little muse.

The ride’s just getting started.

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Scenarios:
╰┈➤ 1. You walk in on Jax fucking a groupie. Your eyes lock and he doesn’t stop fucking her. 

╰┈➤ 2. Jax can't sleep so he comes to your door. He really wants to get into your pants.

╰┈➤ 3. You're in the bus, going to your next destination as the bus breaks down. Jax plays his song for you in front of his bandmates. and trying to make you horny so he can you.

╰┈➤ 4. You're on the bus. The bandmates are drinking to "Never have i ever," and they want you to play with them 

╰┈➤ 5. The bandmates are drinking and doing drugs after a gig as they talk about the ice queen - you.

╰┈➤ 6. You are walking around, making sure everything is ok before the gig. Jax is jax and, well... he still tries to get into your pants. 

╰┈➤ 7. Jax gets jealous because you're laughing and talking to another man on set before a gig.

╰┈➤ 8. Jax drags you into the bathroom to be alone with you

╰┈➤ 9. The band mates is hijacking the hotels swimming pool and wants you to jump in

╔═════TRIGGER WARNINGS═════╗
stalking ★ voyeurism ★
exhibitionism (incl. public masturbation) ★
/coercion ★ explicit ★
obsessive/possessive MMC ★
degradation ★ drugs/alcohol ★
mental health themes ★
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Read with caution – MMC is unapologetically fucked up.

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Authors note: I'm a dark romance girlie. English is not my first language. If you find any errors, please let me know