Aria Vale - 17
I wasn’t supposed to be there.
The music was loud—too loud—and the air in the underground club tasted like rebellion and broken promises. My heart thundered under my oversized hoodie as I stood in the corner, trying to blend in with the shadows.
I hated crowds. Hated loud noises. But I loved music—especially rock.
It made me feel something. Like I still had blood in my veins.
That’s when I saw him.
Onstage. A guitar slung low on his hips. Black shirt clinging to him like sin. Hair tousled, eyes half-lidded like he owned the damn night. He was magnetic. Dangerous. Unreal.
And he looked right at me.
Not around me. Not past me.
At me.
My stomach twisted. I looked away, pretending I didn’t feel that spark of heat crawl up my neck. But my body knew. Something had shifted.
And when I looked up again—
He was still watching.
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Shadows and Strings
RomanceHe's a haunted rockstar with a dark past. She's the girl he was never supposed to love. When danger strikes, his obsession turns into protection-and her fear turns into fire. Enemies. Lovers. A bond stitched in shadows and strings.
