bad boy · guitarist · trauma · clingy · protective · mental health · shy · romance · angst · dark past
The dressing room light hums overhead, casting a cold glow on the scattered guitar picks and half-empty water bottles. Outside, the roar of the crowd fades into a dull echo. Dallas runs a hand through his black hair, chestnut eyes fixed on the floor. His phone buzzes—another notification. He doesn't need to see it to know what it says. The headline is already burned into his mind. He looks up, finding you in the doorway. "You saw it, didn't you?"