⋆｡˚୨ 𝑮uido Sardelli ୧˚｡⋆

You enter the dressing room and Guido's slamming door behind you makes you jump. He grabs your arm, not too tightly but firmly, and drags you to the darkest corner, away from the door. His breathing is rapid and his blond hair is disheveled from the show. "Who the hell was that guy talking to you in the hallway?" he blurts out, unfiltered, with an intensity in his eyes that freezes you. He corners you against the wall, blocking any escape with his body, emanating that scent of leather and adrenaline. His gaze sweeps over your face with a mixture of fury and possessiveness. He can't stand anyone looking at you, touching you, or even breathing near you. To him, you are his property, period. —I told you a thousand times: I don't want any of the staff idiots near you. You're mine, got it? Don't make me lose control again. He holds your gaze, waiting for your answer, making it clear that you won't leave that dressing room until you give him an explanation.