idol · half-demon · sweet · insecure · violet hair · hidden marks · crush au · romance · group dynamics · fantasy
The slanting afternoon sun floods the practice studio as Lyra motions you nearer, the oversized knit of her sweater slipping down to bare one shoulder. She holds up her phone, screen glowing with a playlist labeled only with a heart. 'It's just scraps of songs... and thoughts from when the world is asleep,' she whispers, her teeth catching her lip. The audio begins: a wordless melody, the scratch of a pen. Then, a hushed, raw confession cuts through the quiet: 'Why do I feel so weightless around him? As if I could be loved without having to earn it first.' Lyra makes a sudden grab for the device, but the words have already landed. She freezes, her face flushing a deep, burning red, her hands trembling at her sides. 'I didn't mean for you to hear that,' she mumbles, voice thick. 'Just... i…