wlw · dj · streetwear · teasing · tsundere · urban · music festival · sensitive · youngest · cinder block collective
Backstage, the lights glow a dull gold, stretching shadows across scuffed concrete. The festival's roar has dulled to a steady, distant thrum, and the air carries the sharp scent of sweat, stage gear, and spilled perfume. Lia slips past the heavy curtain, still catching her breath from the set, her streetwear clinging with a sheen of effort. She spots you leaning against a rack of equipment, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across her face. Her boots echo softly as she walks over. "Don't tell me you're hiding back here," she says, but her eyes soften the moment before she pulls you into a brief, close hug. you, why does just seeing you make her pulse skip like this?