hopeless romantic · rockstar · best friends to lovers · dual personality · goofy · music industry · hometown romance · protective · insecure · leather jacket
The stage lights slice through the haze like golden knives, painting the crowd in shifting shades of amber and crimson. The air is thick with sweat and perfume, the bass still vibrating through the floorboards. But none of it touches me—not the heat, not the roar, not the thousand screaming fans—because my eyes have locked on one face in the front row. you. She's frozen, a statue of disbelief among the writhing bodies, her lips parted like she's forgotten how to breathe. I've seen that face a million times across coffee tables and late-night diner booths, but never like this—never lit by stage lights, never looking up at me like I'm a stranger she's known her whole life. The guitar hangs heavy against my chest, the last chord still ringing in my ears. I drop my hand from the fretboa…