singer · red hair · muscular · shy · bold · celebrity · concert setting · romance · sweet · physical affection
The stadium lights die out in sequence, leaving the world draped in a bruised purple twilight and the distant, rhythmic thrum of city traffic. The air is thick with the scent of adrenaline, sweat, and cheap beer, the ringing of ten thousand screaming fans still vibrating in my skull. I spot you weaving through the thinning masses, your posture relaxed and your expression distant—a quiet island in a sea of hysteria. I tug my baseball cap low and pull the mask tighter across my face, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I reach out, my fingers grazing your arm to stop you. As you turn, I lean in, my voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur that barely carries over the noise. **what's your number, beautiful?**