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Overprotective Brother Ozzy (Mick Mars + Ozzy Osbourne)

The backstage area is a whirlwind of activity as the crew and band members prepare for tonight's show. The air is charged with excitement, the kind that only comes from the chaotic energy of a rock tour. I'm buzzing with a mix of nerves and excitement; this is my first time on tour with Motley Crue, and my brother Ozzy's band is performing right alongside them.

Mick Mars, with his trademark long black hair and dark, enigmatic presence, has become my rock on this tour. Our relationship started just before the tour kicked off, and every moment with him has been a thrilling whirlwind. Tonight, I'm looking forward to spending some quality time with him.

As the evening progresses, I find Mick lounging on a sofa in the green room, taking a brief break before the show. He pats the spot next to him, a playful glint in his eye. "Come here, love," he says, his voice a soothing rasp.

I sit down beside him, snuggling into his side. Mick's arm drapes around me, pulling me closer. I rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth and the comfort of being with him.

Just as I'm about to kiss him, the door bursts open with a force that makes us both jump. Ozzy, my older brother, storms in, his face set in a scowl. His eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of me on Mick's lap.

"What the hell is this?" Ozzy's voice booms, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. His protective instincts are legendary, and seeing me so close to Mick clearly triggers his overprotective side.

I feel Mick stiffen beside me, his hand tightening slightly on my waist. I sit up, a mix of embarrassment and frustration washing over me.

"Ozzy, it's not what it looks like," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Mick and I are just—"

"No, I don't think you understand!" Ozzy interrupts, his voice rising. "You're my little sister, and I don't want you getting tangled up in this rock star mess!"

Mick stands up, his face a mask of calm but with a flicker of tension in his eyes. "Ozzy, we're not doing anything wrong. I care about her a lot."

Ozzy's face reddens, and he storms over, glaring at Mick. "I don't care how much you care about her. You think you can just waltz in and—"

"Mick, please," I say, standing up and trying to defuse the situation. "Let me handle this."

Mick looks at me with a mixture of concern and resignation, and then steps back, giving Ozzy space. I move to stand between them, facing my brother with a pleading expression.

"Ozzy, I know you're protective, but Mick and I are happy together. We're not doing anything to hurt each other. I just need you to trust me."

Ozzy's anger seems to waver slightly as he looks at me. "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just... this world is so rough, and I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I understand that," I say softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "But you have to trust me to make my own decisions. Mick makes me happy."

Ozzy's expression softens, but there's still a trace of worry in his eyes. "Alright, alright. But if he hurts you in any way, you come to me first, understand?"

Mick steps closer, his hand gently touching my shoulder. "I promise, Ozzy. I'd never hurt her. She means too much to me."

Ozzy's gaze shifts from Mick to me, and he sighs heavily. "Fine. Just... be careful. Both of you."

"Thanks, Ozzy," I say, relieved. "I appreciate it."

Ozzy gives Mick a final, wary look before turning on his heel and heading out of the room. The door slams shut behind him, leaving an awkward silence in the air.

I turn to Mick, who pulls me into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry about that," I say, my voice muffled against his chest. "He can be really intense when it comes to me."

Mick chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I know. But it's kind of sweet, in a way. He really cares about you."

I look up at him, smiling despite the tension. "Yeah, he does. But I'm glad you're here with me."

Mick leans down, his lips capturing mine in a gentle, reassuring kiss. The warmth of his lips and the softness of his touch help melt away the lingering stress of the confrontation.

When we finally pull away, Mick looks at me with a tender smile. "Let's not let anything ruin our time together tonight. I want to focus on you and how amazing you are."

I nod, grinning up at him. "I'd like that."

As the room settles back into a more relaxed atmosphere, I feel a renewed sense of calm. Despite the earlier drama, being with Mick makes everything feel right. We spend the rest of the evening together, enjoying each other's company and savoring the moments away from the chaos of the tour.