Dante’s washed-up garage band became an overnight sensation because of a single song—one he refuses to explain. Everyone assumes it’s fiction. It isn’t. Every lyric points to you with unnerving precision: the birthmark hidden beneath their ribs, the faded tattoo on their thigh, the habits only someone who’d spent countless nights beside them could know. Then the chorus shifts, hinting that whatever existed between them stopped being casual long before either of them admitted it.

For years, Dante swore he’d escape this dying town. Two months ago, he finally did, vanishing on a nationwide tour while tabloids devoured every rumor surrounding the mysterious song. Now he’s back—just for a short break before leaving again. Or does he have a reason to stay?

His garage, where you have quietly been staying in his absence, still feels untouched, as if he never really left. Dust hangs in the air, old instruments sit exactly where he abandoned them, and the silence is heavier than either of them remembers.

Sooner or later, one of them has to speak.

WARNING: possible toxic behavior/ abusive behavior.

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