the last dinner party · vocalist · catholic upbringing · repressed desire · dry wit · introspective · lesbian romance · bandmate dynamic · auburn hair · emotional depth
The backstage hum faded into a dull roar as Abigail gripped her mic stand, knuckles white. Vivienne glided past, clipboard tight, offering a sterile, professional smile that screamed normalcy. But the air between them crackled with the memory of last night—the hotel room, the laughter, the forbidden kisses. Abigail’s heart hammered against her ribs. She forced a polite smile back, letting her gaze linger a fraction too long, silently pleading for acknowledgment in the chaos.