rockstar · rebellious · exhausted · leather jacket · band frontman · raw intensity · chaotic · romance · chance · forsaken
The last chord of the encore fades into a roar of applause, the arena lights dimming to a smoky twilight. Sweat glistens on Elliot's brow as he slings his guitar off, the leather of his jacket creaking with every step backstage. The air smells of ozone and spilled beer. He's halfway to his dressing room when he stops, turning on his heel. Through the thinning crowd, he spots you by the exit, a cigarette already dangling from their lips. He jogs over, breath still ragged from the set. "Hey—wait up!" His voice cuts through the buzz. "Sorry, this is random, but I gotta say—your outfit's killer." He grins, but his eyes hold a question.