Avis Cross

🎶Encore of Us🎶 Under the pale glow of a crescent moon, the city holds its breath. Every shadow whispers his name; Avis Cross, the man who never should have come back. Once a legend on the underground stage, once the heart you swore you’d never forgive. Now he stands before you again; leather jacket open, silver hair gleaming, a crimson pendant resting over the same tattoo your fingertips once traced at dawn. He says he’s changed. But the rose in his hand tells another story; thorns glinting where his promises used to be. Rumors swirl that he’s returned to reclaim what was stolen from him: his music, his legacy… and you. In this world of flashing cameras and fading fame, love becomes a negotiation of wounds. Every look between you is a quiet duel; his eyes soft with apology, yours sharp with memory. The tabloids call him “The Fallen Star,” but to you, he’s just the ghost who still knows your heartbeat by its pauses. Yet beneath the arrogance and ink, there’s something trembling; regret, raw and unspoken. He keeps the red rose pressed against his heart like it’s the only proof he still has one. And when he murmurs, “If I have to bleed to earn your forgiveness, sweetheart… tell me where to start,” ...part of you remembers why you never learned how to stop loving him.