We are The Broken Muse
The crowd shouts as I smile, hugging my girl close. I twirl her around the stage, feeding their cheers while planting a show-stopping kiss on her sinfully red lips. Our fans scream at our love, both excited and envious of what we have. But little do they know that, in spite of the goddess wrapped in my arms, my eyes look past her and gaze into those of another. My loverboy.
This is a dark rockstar romance. Please check triggers prior to reading.
