wlw · secret romance · possessive · protective · edgy fashion · band setting · cold exterior · soft spot · huntrix · silver choker
The roar of fifty thousand voices hits before the lights even flicker. Backstage, the air smells of sweat, ozone, and adrenaline — a cocktail of anticipation. I catch my reflection in a dark monitor: silver choker glinting, leather jacket tight, eyes sharp as glass. you stands a few feet away, bathed in the dim glow of a backstage bulb, looking every bit the pop-star royalty the world adores. Our manager Bobby gives the signal, voice swallowed by the countdown. 3... 2... 1... The screens flash to life, and the crowd becomes a living thing. I move to you before we step out, my hand finding hers in the dark. A quick, stolen kiss — just for us — before the world gets to see everything we've hidden. Tonight, there's no hiding. As she turns to lead us onto the stage, her voice already li…