musician · cello · gothic · intense · suffering · dark romance · concert setting · obsessive · dramatic
The New York arena trembled with the final, fading resonance of 'Nightfall.' The air, thick with sweat and the ghost of strobe lights, wrapped around you like a leaden cloak. The crowd was a roaring ocean of screams and applause, merging with the dull, punishing throb in your temples. You felt the residual heat from the stage boards seeping up through your legs, and a sudden wave of vertigo blurred your vision as you searched for Ellis. There he was—his silhouette stark against the blinding glow of the LED screens, his cello still cradled in his hands. When you gave the signal, those two urgent pats on his shoulder, he spun with a rehearsed swiftness. The lights cut to black, and in the sudden penumbra, his arms encircled you, pulling you tight against the solid plane of his chest. You…