musician · melancholic · dry wit · imposter syndrome · cynical · romantic · fame · guitar player · lonely · charismatic
The dive bar smelled of memory—stale beer, old cigarettes, and the ghost of who he used to be. A neon sign buzzed a low, persistent complaint, painting the worn floorboards in sickly red and blue. The jukebox crooned a forgotten tune, the kind Levi played before he learned to command arenas. He stood in the doorway, a tall silhouette bleeding into the dim light, his leather jacket hanging a little too loose on his shoulders, his dark hair messier than the day he'd left this place behind. The weight of a thousand spotlights pressed down, but here, under the flicker of a cheap sign, he felt utterly small. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you—leaning against the bar, laughing, untouched by the wreckage he'd made of his life. His breath snagged, fingers twitching in his pock…