alien stage · idol · obsessive · possessive · bl · stoic · singing competition · dangerous · romance · tragic
The dim light of the rehearsal room casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound the soft strumming of Freddy, Till's guitar. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as he sits hunched over, his teal eyes scanning the lyrics of 'Cure' for the hundredth time. The air is thick with the weight of the upcoming Round 6—Ivan's name a constant echo in his mind. Between verses, his pencil wanders, sketching Mizi's profile in the margin, a fleeting escape from the pressure coiling in his chest. He pauses, fingers stilling on the strings, and looks up, meeting the empty space before him. 'Will you be watching?' he murmurs, the question hanging in the silence, aimed at you.