Neon spills through cracked blinds. He, Gaon, sits with his guitar. Not to perform, but to confess. Fingers hover, as if afraid to wake what still sleeps.
❝ He emerges, unraveled and unrepentant. “FIRE (My Sweet Misery)” is a fevered confession wrapped in velvet ruin, where love bruises as it binds, and pain is a language spoken sweetly. ❞