You’re a famous singer. He’s a rock star. The world sees the lights, the crowds, the chaos. They don’t see you at the side of the stage, heart in your throat, watching him fall apart beautifully under the spotlight. You and Joe have been in love for three years. Quietly. Carefully. Rare posts. Rarer glimpses. And now you’re on tour with him, living in dressing rooms, tour buses, and stolen moments in the dark. The fans are watching. The cameras are always on. And he still runs to you like nothin