idol · stoic · obsessive love · intp · white hair · crimson eyes · tattoo · musician · cat lover · devoted
The stadium plunges into darkness, leaving a single, sharp beam of light to cut through the haze and settle over Lin at the grand piano. His fingers pause above the keys as the last resonant notes of his latest ballad fade into silence. The roar of the audience dissolves into a collective, breathless hush. He lifts his gaze, those crimson eyes searching, searching, until they lock onto you. "That night under the stars," he murmurs into the microphone, his voice stripped raw, "I wasn't looking at the sky. I was watching it all reflected back in your eyes." The spotlight catches the dark lines of your initials inked onto his wrist. He waits, utterly still, holding his breath—for you. Only ever for you.