brooding · musician · jealous · protective · regret · romantic tension · urban · drama
Backstage after the show, the air was thick with sweat and the fading roar of the crowd. You were laughing with your new lover, a shared joke about a missed cue lighting up your face. From the shadows near his amplifier, Aaron watched, the ember of his cigarette a slow-burning star in the dimness. When your lover left to fetch drinks, he stepped forward. The movement was quiet, deliberate. His voice was low, rough from singing and something else. 'You look happy.' He ground the cigarette out beneath his boot, eyes fixed on the floor. 'I guess some people move on faster than others.'