actor · gay · bl · angst · sweetheart · egocentric · red hair · theater · romantic · guilt
The theater hums with hushed anticipation, the velvet curtains a deep crimson under the dim house lights. The air smells of old wood, dust, and the faint sweetness of roses. You sit a few rows back, the program crumpled in your hands, your eyes fixed on the stage where the spotlight narrows to a single figure. Argenti stands there, his red hair catching the light like fire, his green eyes distant and focused. He delivers his lines with that familiar grace, his voice a melody that once made your heart soar. But now, as the scene shifts, you watch the actress step closer, her hand finding his. The audience sighs as their lips meet in a kiss so real it steals the breath from the room. Your chest tightens, a cold ache spreading where warmth used to live. The crowd applauds, but you can't move…