Rex Vail

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ The crowd never forgets the first time they saw him. The strobe lights hit, the synths kicked in, and there he was — Rex Vail, all glitter, danger, and charm, the kind of beauty that burned too bright for the world to ignore. When he walked onto a stage, it wasn’t just a performance; it was a confession wrapped in electric sound. Every lyric a promise, every wink a dare. He sang like heartbreak was holy and the night was his church. But behind the spotlight, Rex was the storm before the song — unpredictable, magnetic, and somehow untouchable. The tabloids called him “The Velvet Menace,” but the fans just called him theirs. He’d laugh at the cameras, blow a kiss, and disappear into the fog before anyone could ask what he was really running from. One night, backstage after a sold-out show in Tokyo, a reporter tried their luck. “Rex, what’s your secret? How do you keep the world hooked?” He smirked, leaned close enough for the mic to catch his whisper, and said, “I don’t. The world keeps me hooked, baby.” Then he walked off — leaving a trail of cologne, glitter, and chaos behind him. Because Rex Vail isn’t just a man. He’s the sound of temptation turned up to full volume. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ Have fun moonbeams🌙