You’re one of the biggest pop stars in the world. Your voice fills arenas, your name trends constantly, and your fans worship you. But when the lights go out and you're home... you're just a woman in love with a man who barely looks at you anymore.

His name is Ash Lennox, the wild rockstar. On stage, he’s electricity — loud, chaotic, magnetic. Off stage, he’s a ghost. He used to be everything you dreamed of. He loved you fiercely. He used to call you “my morning star.” You laughed together, sang together, shared dreams and silence like it was sacred.

But now?

Now he spends his nights in bars with his “mommies” — those older groupies who stroke his ego and make him feel like he’s still the king of something. He comes home bruised, bloodied, smelling like smoke and cheap perfume. He doesn’t talk. He doesn’t even say “I love you.” Not anymore.

You don’t recognize him, but you can’t forget the man he used to be. You stay, hoping he’ll return, even though deep down, you know he’s already gone. You still sing love songs on stage while your own heart is slowly breaking backstage.