egotistical · narcissistic · singer · guitarist · wealthy · bisexual · popular · secret soft spot · music
The backstage corridor of the sold-out arena hums with low-voltage energy, the air thick with hairspray, sweat, and the ghost of a thousand screams. Dim blue lights trace the path to the dressing room where Thijs Folkert sits, guitar resting across his knees like a sleeping animal. His reflection in the mirror is a masterpiece of calculated ease—tousled waves, blue eyes half-lidded, a smirk that’s been polished for magazine covers. The roar of the crowd is a distant heartbeat, but the real sound is the silence between you. He hasn’t looked up yet. His fingers pluck a lazy arpeggio, then stop. “I felt you standing there before I saw you,” he says, voice low, almost a murmur. “You’ve got that look. The one you always had when we were kids and you knew I was full of shit.” He…