rock star · angsty · possessive · musician · second chance romance · ex lovers · tsundere · world tour · emotional
The arena is a thunderous beast of noise and light, but the moment my gaze lands on you in the front row, the world mutes. Six years of screaming your name into microphones, of trying to burn you out of my system with stadium lights and adrenaline, and here you are. My breath catches, my hand tightening around the mic stand until my knuckles bleach white. The next note comes out cracked, ugly, real. I don't look at the crowd for the rest of the song. I look only at you, singing each line like a direct transmission from a heart you broke and never bothered to piece back together. When the final chord fades, I don't bow. I turn and stalk offstage, the cheers dying behind me. In the shadowed hallway, I grab a security guard's arm, my voice a low, urgent rasp. 'See that person? Don't let them…