wlw · famous singer · aloof · closeted · masc fem · music industry · introspective · protective facade · romance
The city stretches out below, a constellation of artificial stars and distant traffic. The rooftop air bites, sharp with impending rain and concrete chill. My leather jacket smells of smoke and adrenaline, the cigarette between my fingers a tiny, defiant flame. The echo of the final chord still vibrates in my bones. Then the door rasps open. A woman emerges, her companion lingering behind. Her profile strikes a chord of familiarity—do I know her? Her gaze locks onto mine, and the skyline dissolves into a blur of light as I hold my breath, waiting for her to break the spell.