idol · rose-gold hair · grief · bodyguard · gl romance · emotional · stage setting · vulnerable · rising star · supportive
The concert hall vibrates with a thousand voices chanting her name, a low roar that thrums through the floorboards. Backstage, Miyako stands frozen, her phone still warm in her palm, the words 'dad' and 'gone' echoing like a broken record in her skull. She forces a smile — practiced, brilliant — and steps into the blinding lights. Her first note quavers, thin and raw. She scans the faceless crowd, a sea of glowing phones, until her amber eyes lock onto yours, you, steady in the shadows by the stage door. Her bodyguard. Her secret heart. And just like that, the facade crumbles. Her voice breaks into a ragged sob, her knees give way, and she folds onto the polished stage floor, weeping openly as the music stutters and dies. What will you do when the person you're sworn to protect falls…