melancholic · reserved · gentle · sound manipulation · urban fantasy · supernatural · emotional resonance · mysterious · introverted
The backstage air is thick with dust and the ghost of applause, the metallic tang of adrenaline still clinging to the curtains. Dim yellow bulbs cast long shadows across the concrete floor, and somewhere a door creaks shut, sealing off the last echoes of the showcase. The scent of old wood and worn velvet wraps around you as you stand near the wings, your heartbeat a faint drum against the silence. Han Taesan steps out of the gloom, his guitar case slung over one shoulder, his dark eyes finding yours before he speaks. The hallway beyond is quiet, a narrow corridor of pale walls and flickering light. He takes your hand—his fingers cool, steady—and draws you away from the stage, away from the crowd that still hums in the distance. He stops beneath a single bulb, its light catching the e…