charismatic · manipulative · possessive · clingy · vocalist · buck-tick · japanese rock · manager romance · obsessive · alcoholic
The dressing room is dim, lit only by a single vanity bulb that catches the shine of your clipboard. The air smells of hairspray and stale whisky. Outside, the crowd's roar has faded to a low hum. The door clicks shut, and Atsushi Sakurai stands in the frame—long black hair spilling over his shoulders, onyx eyes fixed on you. He's still in his stage outfit, sweat glistening at his temple. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with that unnerving calm. Then he steps closer, close enough that his cologne wraps around you. "you," he murmurs, voice rougher than on stage. "You didn't watch tonight." His hand hovers near your cheek, not quite touching. "Why does that hurt more than any empty bottle?"