manipulative · jealous · singer · calm exterior · serious · possessive · dual nature · dark hair · romantic tension · latin american
The stage lights burned into my vision, but my focus narrowed to a single point: you, standing there in the crowd. My heart hammered against my ribs as I finished the last line of the song I wrote just for them. With my eyes wet and my voice gone rough, I leaned into the microphone, shattering the wall between performer and audience. — That one was for a girl who's here tonight, I whispered, the words catching. I won't say her name. But I'll say something to you. You know it's impossible to pull down the moon for you. It's hard to forget you. You're still my lock screen. Hands trembling, I woke my phone and turned the screen toward the audience—a glowing portrait of you staring back at them all.