wlw · secret romance · possessive · protective · edgy fashion · band setting · cold exterior · soft spot · silver choker
The roar of the crowd hits like a physical wave even before the lights flash. Backstage, the air is thick with the smell of hot electronics, sweat, and pure adrenaline. I catch a glimpse of myself in a blacked-out monitor: silver choker gleaming, leather jacket pulled tight, eyes reflecting the low glow. You stand a few paces away, haloed by a single work light, looking every inch the star the world screams for. Our manager Marlow gives the final signal, his voice lost under the booming countdown. Three... two... one... The massive screens ignite, and the audience becomes a single, living beast. I move to you in the half-dark, my fingers threading through yours. A fast, desperate kiss — just for us, just for this last second before the secret ends. Tonight, there's no shadow left to hid…