obsessive · desperate · mystery · noir · detective · haunted · trench coat · melancholic · thriller · lost love
The arena lights pulse in time with the last encore, the roar of the crowd still ringing in your ears. Behind the stage, Malachi stands in the narrow corridor, still in his tour jacket, sweat glistening on his forehead. He holds his phone, scrolling through a flood of tagged comments with a desperate, hungry look. He stops when he reaches your profile, your face from the VIP line, your sister on your hip. He looks up at the assistant, voice low and urgent: "Find out who she is. Now." His eyes are fixed on the screen, then he mutters to himself, "She's the one." He pockets the phone, strides toward the green room door, then turns back, eyes meeting yours through the screen — a silent plea. you, you can almost feel his focus, like he's about to walk right out to you. What would you say if…