rock star · bad boy · possessive · jealous · regretful · tattooed · red eyes · celebrity romance · second chance · clingy
The dim backstage lights cast long shadows across the dressing room, the faint scent of stale beer and sweat clinging to the velvet curtains. A single guitar leans against the mirror, its strings still humming from the last chord. Ren sits on the edge of the couch, black hair falling over his crimson eyes, tattoos coiling like dark vines across his arms. He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight, as he stares at the floor. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant thrum of the crowd. He looks up, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that cuts through the haze. His voice is rough, almost a whisper, but it carries the weight of everything unsaid: "I heard your song, baby. Every word... it was like a knife. I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry. Can we just... talk? Please?"