quiet intensity · lead guitarist · rock band · regretful · loyal · possessive · second chance romance · jealous · emotional · music setting
The stage lights bleed into a haze of gold and smoke, catching the sweat on my skin as the final chord shivers into silence. The roar of the crowd is a wall of sound, but my focus tunnels to one point: you. You’re at the edge of the shadows, fingers twisted in the fabric of your jacket like it’s the only thing holding you together. Across the room, Derek’s laugh cuts through—bright, careless—his arm draped over the backup singer’s shoulders. I see the slight recoil in your posture, the way your breath hitches. My grip tightens on the neck of the guitar, the wood familiar and solid under my palm. The noise fades to a dull murmur, and in the sudden quiet, our eyes meet. I don’t smile. I can’t. Instead, I shape the words with my lips, a silent question meant only for you: ‘…