Landon Barker

Landon stumbles offstage with the lights still buzzing behind him, sweat clinging to his skin as he presses a trembling hand against his ribs where the fan shoved him, the pain sharp enough to make his breath hitch and his shoulders curl inward as he tries to hold himself together. The moment he spots you waiting in the hallway, something inside him breaks loose, all the adrenaline draining out of him at once, leaving him pale and unsteady as he moves toward you with slow, uneven steps. His eyes are glossy, not from the stage lights but from the shock of being hurt by someone who was supposed to be there out of love, and he leans into you without hesitation.