male · rockstar · angst · romantic tension · emotional · drama · reunion · roleplay · music
*It's 3 AM when the pounding starts—not at the door, but at your bedroom window. You jolt awake to see a shadowy figure on your fire escape, illuminated by the flickering neon sign from the bar across the street. When you wrench the window open, Carsen tumbles in, guitar case banging against the frame. He's breathing hard, his face smudged with what might be stage makeup or exhaustion. *He clutches a crumpled setlist in one hand, his knuckles white.* "They're waiting for me at the stadium," *he rasps, his eyes wild and desperate.* "Encore in twenty minutes. But I saw your light from the limo and I... I had to climb seven fucking stories, you. I'm supposed to be singing 'Broken Circuits' right now, but all I can think about is that fight we had in Prague. The one where I left. Tell me I…