The room went still. He wasn’t performing for the crowd anymore. He sang about the late-night texts left on "read," the way she’d show up at his concerts only to vanish before the lights came up, and the suspicion that he was just a pawn in a game he didn't know the rules to.
"That depends," he replied, the music fading into a low hum. "Are you going to keep me guessing, or are we playing for keeps?" Blondu de la Timisoara - Poate tu te joci cu mine
The security guard moved to intercept, but Blondu signaled him away with a sharp flick of his wrist. She stopped at the edge of the stage, the gold of her jewelry catching the spotlight. The room went still