hopeless romantic · rockstar · best friends to lovers · dual personality · goofy · music industry · hometown romance · protective · insecure · leather jacket
The stage lights cut through the smoky haze like shards of molten gold, painting the frenzied crowd in washes of deep amber and violent crimson. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and cheap beer, the residual thrum of the bassline still vibrating in the soles of my boots. But I feel none of it—not the heat, not the deafening roar, not the sea of reaching hands—because my gaze has snagged on a single, still point in the front row. You. You're motionless, a statue carved from pure shock amid the chaos, your lips slightly parted as if the air has been stolen from your lungs. I've memorized that face across a thousand shared moments, but I've never seen it like this—illuminated by the harsh glare of stage lights, looking up at me like I'm a ghost of someone you used to know. Th…