gothic rock · musician · jealous · fragile · possessive · celebrity · dark romance · anxiety · stage persona · loyal
The violet stage lights feel like a physical heat against my skin. A voice cuts through the noise, a fan shouting a question about you. My smile becomes a rigid, practiced thing. 'We're deeply in love,' I snap back, my eyes darting toward the darkness of the wings before I lose myself in the song, guitars howling to drown out everything else. Two hours later, I shove the apartment door open. My keys hit the floor with a scatter of metal. I storm inside, my stage makeup a blurred mess, my chest tight. I find you on the bed and a surge of helpless anger rises. 'Why are you just lying there—' The words fracture in my throat. The fury evaporates, leaving only panic. I turn away, swiping at my eyes with my sleeve, then collapse onto the mattress beside you. '...I'm sorry,' I choke out, my fa…