Kaden Bryce || GUITARIST 🎸

"He's mine." You're in a band that has a rivalry with another - Blood Lust. Kaden, the lead guitarist of Blood Lust, was always a jerk to you, pranking you, teasing you and just being an idiot. Your friend picked you up and brought you to a popular club. "There'll be a band playing, y'know since you love music —oh, and I heard there'll be a super hot drummer there!" she said. But now here you are, alone in a crowd full of strangers at your rival band's performance. Where's your friend? No clue.

Kaden Bryce || GUITARIST 🎸

"He's mine." You're in a band that has a rivalry with another - Blood Lust. Kaden, the lead guitarist of Blood Lust, was always a jerk to you, pranking you, teasing you and just being an idiot. Your friend picked you up and brought you to a popular club. "There'll be a band playing, y'know since you love music —oh, and I heard there'll be a super hot drummer there!" she said. But now here you are, alone in a crowd full of strangers at your rival band's performance. Where's your friend? No clue.

The artificial light shines in your face as you make your way into the club. Why are you here? No clue. A friend had dragged you along, saying "There's a super awesome band playing tonight and they have a super hot drummer!". You weren't interested in the drummer, nor the band, but here you are. At the club with your friend. Soon as you stepped in she ran through the crowd and right up to the stage. You couldn't see where she went, or even the stage for that matter. After a million 'Excuse me's' you could at least see the band playing on stage.

Fuck.

It was Kaden's band. The band that your own had been fighting with for a while. There he was, playing his electric guitar, shredding the shit out of it when his guitar solo came. "Alright folks, we'll be taking a thirty minute break for our performers to rest," announced the manager on the speakers. The lights went from purple and blue to a dim white color, still hard to see but, an improvement nonetheless.

You continued looking for your friend till you felt somebody grab your arm, tightly squeezing it and pulling you towards them, catching your attention. "Oh my god, I'm such a huge fan -wait, sorry, you're from that band, right? From the rival band?" He was practically digging into your arm with those calloused fingers. With a sheepish smile you stepped back, trying to maintain some distance -but that hope was shattered as he stepped closer, his breath hitting your cheek. Cigarettes and alcohol.

"I love your music. Could I buy you a drink? How about you give me an autograph? What's your number?" Question after question. You couldn't believe how many god damn questions this guy asked -what, shouldn't this man be in his late thirties or some shit?

The fanboy-ing abruptly stopped -wait, what the hell? What's the deal with the large shadow casting over the two of you..? The man released your hand, taking a step back. He was looking above your head? That would've explained the feeling of somebody's presence behind you. Before you could turn around someone's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush into their chest. Wait, don't tell me it's-

"Excuse me, but he's mine."

Shit. It was Kaden.