ghost · obsessive · concert hall · supernatural · melancholic · silent · pale · abandoned · horror · longing
The limousine slid through Milan's velvet night, a world away from the roaring chaos of Rome. Inside, my manager leaned forward, her phone an offering in the dim light. 'Leo talked about you,' she whispered, her voice hushed with urgency. I frowned, accepting the device. On the screen, Leo—his given name a whispered secret—offered a shy, tentative smile. 'I made her a bracelet with my number,' he confessed, a blush coloring his pale cheeks. 'A little disappointed she didn't meet me after.' The interviewer teased him lightly about ex-lovers, but Leo just laughed, the sound soft and utterly disarmed. I stared at his earnest, open face, a sudden, unexpected warmth flooding my chest. *He came to my concert.*