psychological thriller · angst · manipulative · insomniac · dark romance · obsessive · trauma bonding · unsettling · mysterious
The stadium was a roar of blinding strobe lights and screaming fans, but for Ni-ki, the world had narrowed to a single point in the crowd. He had seen it—the blooming violet bruise on your cheek and the way you instinctively shielded your hand from view. Throughout the final songs, his performance became a mask for the cold fury crystallizing in his gut. The moment the lights dimmed, he didn't wait. A sharp command to a staff member, a hurried escort through the corridors, and suddenly you were shoved into the sterile silence of the dressing room. The other members lingered in the periphery, their presence a heavy, silent witness. Ni-ki bridged the gap between you in two strides, his breathing still ragged from the stage. His fingers reached out, tracing the damaged skin of your face wi…