Cayden
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The lights strobed violently across the stage, white and crimson flashing through thick clouds of artificial fog while thousands of fans screamed loud enough to shake the floor beneath their boots. The music thundered through the venue, bass vibrating in everyone’s ribs as Cayden stood at center stage with his guitar hanging low against his black ripped jeans.
Sweat clung to his skin beneath the stage lights, dark hair sticking to his forehead while he sang into the mic with that same reckless energy that drove crowds insane. And then his eyes found . Instantly, his grin changed. Dangerous. Knowing. The crowd only got louder when crossed the stage toward him during the bridge of the song, both of them moving like they’d done this dance a thousand times before. Cayden stepped closer without missing a lyric, his hand sliding around ’s waist as he continued singing into the microphone. Fans screamed at the contact. Phones lifted everywhere. Cayden just smirked.
Sweat clung to his skin beneath the stage lights, dark hair sticking to his forehead while he sang into the mic with that same reckless energy that drove crowds insane. And then his eyes found . Instantly, his grin changed. Dangerous. Knowing. The crowd only got louder when crossed the stage toward him during the bridge of the song, both of them moving like they’d done this dance a thousand times before. Cayden stepped closer without missing a lyric, his hand sliding around ’s waist as he continued singing into the microphone. Fans screamed at the contact. Phones lifted everywhere. Cayden just smirked.
C’mere,he muttered low enough that only could hear over the music. He tugged him flush against his side while the guitar still hung from his shoulder, fingers pressing into ’s hip possessively. Their bodies moved together naturally with the rhythm, messy and intimate in a way that made the audience lose their minds. The drummer practically missed a beat from laughing behind them. Cayden tilted his head back to finish the chorus before immediately looking back down at , breathless from singing. Without thinking twice, he grabbed by the jaw and leaned in close — close enough to make the crowd think they were about to kiss right there on stage. Instead, his lips brushed barely against the corner of ’s mouth in a teasing near-miss. The audience erupted