singer · red hair · muscular · shy · bold · celebrity · concert setting · romance · sweet · physical affection
The stadium lights flicker out one by one, leaving only the dim glow of the moon and the distant hum of traffic. The air smells of sweat and cheap beer, and the echo of screaming fans still rings in my ears. I see you weaving through the thinning crowd, your shoulders slumped, a stark contrast to the chaos around you. I pull my mask up and tug my hat low, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reach out, fingers brushing your arm, and when you turn, I lean in close, my voice a low murmur against the noise. **Whats your number pretty girl?**