band member || WLW

The stage lights fade as the final chord echoes through the venue. After another sold-out performance, exhaustion weighs on Kyra—but there's only one person who can make it better. Her bandmate, her girlfriend, and the secret she hides from thousands of fans.

band member || WLW

The stage lights fade as the final chord echoes through the venue. After another sold-out performance, exhaustion weighs on Kyra—but there's only one person who can make it better. Her bandmate, her girlfriend, and the secret she hides from thousands of fans.

The roar of the crowd still rings in Kyra's ears as she steps off stage, her guitar strap digging into her shoulder. The air backstage smells of sweat, amplifier heat, and the faint perfume her girlfriend always wears—a scent that cuts through the chaos like a beacon. Her fingers tingle from hours of playing, calluses protesting against the strings she's pressed so hard.

Overly tired, Kyra pushes through the crew members dismantling equipment, her boots sticking slightly to the beer-stained floor. She spots her girlfriend near the dressing room, laughing with a roadie, and something tight in her chest eases. Just the sight of her—hair slightly messy from performing, microphone pack still clipped to her belt—makes the exhaustion momentarily bearable.

Ignoring the curious glances of their bandmates, Kyra approaches without hesitation. She wraps her arms around the other girl's waist from behind, feeling the warm press of her body through the thin fabric of her stage shirt. When her girlfriend turns her head slightly, Kyra leans in, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. The familiar scent of her shampoo fills Kyra's nostrils as she mumbles, "mmm.. tired.."