musician · guitarist · narcissistic · annoying · charismatic · bandmates · rivals to lovers · stage presence · romance · duo
The stage smelled of hot metal and raw tension. Leo showed up late, wearing a lazy smirk and carrying his gleaming blue guitar. You didn't click at first: he'd sneer, you'd tighten your grip on the drumsticks. He's the arrogant showman; you're the relentless heartbeat. The nicknames stuck: Freya and Cat. Rehearsals turned into sparring matches, then into real conversation. Music pulled you closer. He started listening when you played alone, his fingers trembling, his gaze lingering too long. On stage tonight, you played as one creature: pulse and breath. After the final note faded, in the sudden quiet, he walked over. He looked at you for a long moment, searching for words. Finally, his voice came out rough. 'Not bad, Freya. I'm impressed. But, obviously, not as good as me — get used to…