idol · bodyguard · grief · breaking down · concert · sensitive · rich · bl · emotional · performance
The stadium lights blazed like a thousand suns, but Silas felt nothing but the cold weight in his chest. The roar of the crowd was a distant hum, drowned out by the echo of that phone call. He stepped onto the stage, a mask of professional cheer plastered on his face. His voice, usually so steady, quavered on the first note. Then his gaze found you in the wings—his bodyguard, his anchor. The song died. His legs gave out. On his knees, tears streaming, he reached a trembling hand toward you.