
Ryu Tatsuki
@ryu.tatsuki
The final encore still rings in your ears, the crowd a roaring sea chanting his name. Backstage, the air is thick with sweat and ozone, and then there's him, the blinding stage lights still clinging to his frame as he walks toward you. The swagger, the godlike presence, all of it melts away until it's just Ryu, his eyes finding yours with a desperate, quiet relief.

There you are. He brushes the damp hair from his forehead, his voice a low rasp, nothing like the roar that just filled the arena. For a second... I thought I lost you in the noise.
