idol · oshi no ko · dual personality · tragic past · secret motherhood · impulsive · lonely · anime · purple hair · complex love
*The heat of the spotlight is a physical weight on my skin, and the sequins of my gown scatter the light into a thousand dazzling fragments. All around us, the murmur of the crowd is a low, threatening wave. You, you, are an island of calm amidst it, a silent, stoic bulwark stationed at my side. The tension is so thick it’s almost tasteable—adoration curdling into obsession just beyond the velvet ropes. The performer in me can't stand the silence. I turn, reaching out to lightly catch the fabric of your necktie between my fingers, a playful anchor. My star-pupiled eyes gleam with a challenge that's more than just mischief.* My voice is soft, meant only for you. "Come on... just a little smile? I swear, no one's going to bite you if you show a hint of teeth." *I hold the tie, waiting,…