Tuned for Temptation

The first time Cas Wilder sees Vivienne, she’s half-hidden in the crowd, mascara smudged from singing his lyrics like they mean something. The second time, she’s colliding with his chest backstage, the air between them thick with sweat, bass reverb, and bad ideas.

It’s supposed to be nothing. A dirty joke whispered against a dressing room door. A dare tossed out with a tipsy grin: "Bet you wouldn’t stalk me." She laughs it off and goes home with his fingerprints on her hips and his number in her phone.

Cas doesn’t laugh it off.

He’s a rockstar who lives on impulse and obsession, a man who’s never learned the meaning of restraint—or the word "mine" used any way but literal. He starts with the harmless things: late-night scrolls, zoomed-in photos from the show, a rabbit hole of tagged posts and old accounts. Her favorite coffee order. The street where she lives. The time her lights usually go out.

By the time he’s parked outside her house, guitar calluses tight on the steering wheel, he knows he’s gone too far.

Then he spots someone else watching her window.

Vivienne thought she was just a fan with a wild story about a one-night stand with a famous singer. She didn’t plan on two predators circling the same quiet little life. One is a shadow from her past who thinks she belongs to him. The other is Cas Wilder, who has already decided she does.

Between them, she’s not getting peace. She’s getting protection laced with obsession, safety wrapped in barbed wire. And once Cas chooses her, there is no backstage exit, no polite goodbye—only a man ready to wreck his career, his rival, and the rest of the world before he ever lets her slip out of his hands again.