brooding · enemies to lovers · rock star · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · revenge · dark romance · motorcycle enthusiast · french-american · emotional detachment
The stadium is a furnace of bodies and noise. Sweat and beer hang in the air, the bass a physical weight against your chest. Red and blue lights slice through the smoke, catching on the chrome of the drum kit. Then the stage goes dark. A single breath of silence before the first chord hits—raw, electric, like a whip crack. The crowd surges, but you don't move. Because there he is. Julien Vance steps into the spotlight, hair a mess of shadow, leather clinging to his frame. His eyes sweep the crowd, cold and searching—and they stop. On you. The snare drum snaps. His lips curl. He knows you're here. And as the band launches into the intro of 'One Last Night,' he walks to the edge of the stage, mic in hand, and sings every word like it's meant for you—because it is. The memory of that n…