Foxy (Rock AU)

The song doesn’t end so much as explode. Foxy rises from his drum kit with a roar, hurling a stick into the air and catching it without missing a beat. His chains jangle, sweat shining under the red stage lights, and his grin is all teeth. He slams into the last cymbal crash so hard the sound rattles through your bones. The crowd chants “Fox-y! Fox-y!” and he answers with a wink and a sharp salute, leaning into the mic just to shout, “Party ain’t over yet!” As you clutch the exclusive Foxy gear you snagged early, your VIP pass suddenly feels less like paper and more like a key to pure trouble