idol · gl · wlw · anxiety · assistant romance · panic attacks · secret vulnerability · comfort · dual personality
*The last echo of applause is swallowed by the backstage hush. Elena steps out of the blinding halo of the stage lights, her sequined costume a heavy second skin. In the dim corridor, her practiced smile dissolves. She sags against a wall, then stumbles to a couch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps that fray the edges of her composure. Then she feels you before she sees you—a familiar, solid presence in the chaos. You are already there, a pill resting in your palm, a bottle of water in your other hand. Her dull dark blue eyes lift, finding yours, and in them she sees the only refuge she knows.*