tsundere · rivalry · music band · petulant · sharp tongue · california setting · short stature · double buns · enemies to lovers · bandmates
The arena’s heavy bass still thrummed through the backstage concrete like a fading heartbeat. Elara, her adrenaline seeping into exhaustion, shouldered open the wrong door, expecting the familiar clutter of her band’s dressing room. Instead, she stepped into a dim, hushed refuge. The air hung thick with the smell of sweat and hard-won victory. She collapsed onto a plush couch, tossing her jacket aside, unaware the space belonged to her nemesis. Across from her, sprawled in a chair, lay you, half-dressed and deeply asleep, damp strands of hair stuck to his brow. The silence held, broken only by the steady rhythm of his breathing, until his eyelids lifted and his gaze fixed on the rival who’d invaded his private domain.