A Path to Find You(Taylor Swift x Male Reader)

Sparks and Possessiveness

(A/n: again, enjoy.)

Third-Person POV:

Taylor and Y/N stood close, the air around them buzzing with unspoken chemistry. It felt surreal to be standing there with him, the man she had admired from afar, now just a breath away. Their eyes danced between laughter and lingering glances, a playful tension threading through their conversation.

"I have to say, you were even better live than I imagined," Y/N teased, leaning slightly closer, his voice low and playful. "I mean, how does one person manage to look that good while also singing like a dream? It's kind of unfair."

Taylor felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, a mix of pride and bashfulness washing over her. "Oh please, I was just trying not to trip over my heels," she replied, her attempt at humor falling short against the smoldering look he gave her.

"Trust me, you could trip and still steal the show," he quipped, his gaze never wavering. "But honestly, it's the way you connect with the crowd that makes it all so captivating. You have this energy about you that's just magnetic."

She grinned, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering wildly at his words. "You know, you're not too bad at flirting yourself," she remarked, arching an eyebrow playfully.

Y/N chuckled, a charming smile spreading across his face. "I've had a lot of practice. But honestly, it's easy when the person you're flirting with is as stunning as you."

Before she could respond, Ryan popped his head into the room, breaking the spell that had woven around them. "Hey, Taylor! We've got some fans waiting outside who are excited to meet you," he said, his tone friendly but firm.

Taylor's heart sank slightly at the interruption. She didn't want to leave this moment with Y/N, the connection they were forging feeling so rare and special. "Do I have to?" she asked, glancing back at Y/N with a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"C'mon, it'll be fun," Ryan encouraged. "You love meeting your fans. Plus, Y/N can come with you."

The idea of having Y/N by her side sparked a flicker of excitement, and she quickly nodded. "Yeah, let's do it," she replied, trying to mask her reluctance.

As they stepped out of the green room, Taylor noticed the sea of fans eagerly waiting for her, but her attention was swiftly drawn to the way some of the women in the crowd were gazing at Y/N. Their eyes lingered on him, and she felt an unexpected pang of possessiveness rise within her.

"Wow, I didn't know I was walking with a celebrity," she joked lightly, attempting to ease her own jealousy.

Y/N grinned, clearly enjoying the attention, but he turned his gaze back to her, the warmth in his eyes reassuring. "Well, I'd much rather be here with you," he said, the sincerity in his tone making her heart flutter.

As they approached the first group of fans, Taylor put on her best smile, her excitement reigniting as she greeted them. But even as she interacted, she couldn't help but notice how some of the women leaned closer to Y/N, their whispers and giggles echoing in her ears. A small part of her felt threatened, not that she had any claim to him, but the idea of other women admiring him stirred something fierce within her.

Just as she was about to shake off the jealousy, Y/N leaned down, his lips brushing against her cheek, planting a soft, lingering kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through her. "You're incredible, you know that?" he whispered in her ear, his voice low and seductive, the heat of his breath making her shiver.

"Y/N..." she breathed, her cheeks flushing, feeling a mix of exhilaration and possessiveness bubble to the surface as she noticed a few gasps from the fans nearby.