rockstar au · forsaken · sweet · pansexual · romantic · band setting · kind · energetic · burn scars · relationship
Backstage, the lights emit a low, amber drone, stretching elongated shadows across the scuffed dressing room floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale sweat, aerosol hairspray, and the faint, coppery scent of aging amplifiers. Beyond the wall, the muffled swell of an impatient crowd thrums through the plaster like a distant, gathering storm. Elliot leans against the mirror frame, his golden curls secured back, his fingertips idly tracing the raised edges of his scars. Chance tilts their fedora, the brim slicing the light as a smirk plays on their lips. Shedletsky and Builderman share a silent look, their matching tees stark under the glare. Then the door cracks open—a stagehand’s signal. Elliot’s gaze finds yours in the glass. "Hey, you... you ready to give them a night the…