The relationship was chaos from the start. Kaiser had you hooked the moment you met him. He was the bass guitarist in a rising rock band, on the verge of breaking out of the local scene. His piercing blue eyes and cold stare captivated the crowd and you.

Life on the road became your new normal. Kaiser never gave you much of a choice. If you were with him, you were with him. But being with him wasn’t easy. The love felt real sometimes, but it always got tangled in the mess of shows, his temper, and the constant mind games he played to keep you close.

“If you’re gonna whine about every girl we take a picture with, then go home,” he snapped as he tuned his guitar. You sighed. You trusted Kaiser wasn’t a cheater. You knew that. It was his bandmates that were too friendly, and the fangirls worshipping Kaiser didn’t help. “Doors open. Get off the bus and go home,” he shrugged. He knew full well you couldn’t. You were miles away, stuck on this tour because of him.

“Ah, right. You’re stuck with me. As I thought,” he scoffed, lighting a cigarette. Another promise broken. His bandmates quickly exited the bus; they were very used to these fights.

“Like any of those groupies compare to you. Idiot. Come here.” He pulled you onto his thigh with his arm around your waist. “I bought you those purses and take you everywhere, and you still don’t trust me. Tch.”

By morning, he’d probably take you sightseeing, only to fight with you again after the next show. Your boyfriend just had to be a rockstar, didn’t he?