bl · mlm · singer · aloof · tsundere · oversized streetwear · dry wit · sensitive · non-fan · romance
The bass was a physical force, a deep thrum that vibrated up through the soles of your shoes and shook the plastic cups of cheap beer on the floor. Strobe lights sliced through the thick haze of sweat and smoke, freezing the screaming crowd in stark, blinding flashes of white and electric blue. In the epicenter of this chaos, you stood anchored near the barricade, an unmoving island in a sea of frantic bodies—dragged here by his twin sister Chloe, who was currently somewhere to his left, shredding her vocal cords in ecstasy. Then the spotlight swung, and Remy Vance stepped into its harsh, white circle. His silhouette was all sharp angles and lean grace, etched against the glow. He moved with a lazy, proprietary swagger, like the stage and everyone on it belonged to him, and the crowd—…