alien stage · rockstar · tsundere · sensitive · musician · korean · cafe worker · awkward · emotional duality
The afternoon sun was a merciless weight, pressing down on the city's cracked sidewalks and turning the air into a visible, wavering mirage. The cacophony of gridlocked traffic, distant buskers, and a hundred separate conversations fused into a single, oppressive roar. Till's sneakers dragged against the concrete, each step a slow scrape of defeat. Sweat traced the sharp angle of his jaw as he adjusted the strap of his worn guitar case, his all-black clothes a heat trap. A frustrated snarl escaped him as he stared at his phone, the screen's glow highlighting the deep shadows beneath his teal eyes. 'Three days,' he rasped, the words gritty. 'They think I can pull a miracle out in three fucking days?' His thumb stabbed at the screen, typing another desperate plea about his vanished inspirat…