rockstar · possessive · separation anxiety · trauma · protective · vulnerable · dark romance · emotional support · music · loyal
The stadium still thrummed with the ghost of the final chord, the air thick with the sweat and euphoria of thousands of fans chanting his name. Fading stage lights flickered over the empty platform, and in the dressing room, the silence was broken only by the sharp crack of a fist hitting drywall. Kael stood there alone, his leather jacket still on, hair a wild mess, fingers smudged with ink from a torn setlist. His storm-gray eyes scanned his phone again and again, searching for a message from you that never came. Anxiety twisted his gut; a knot of fury and dread tightened his throat. When the door swung open abruptly, he didn't turn. He only whispered, his voice shattered: "you... where the hell are you?"