rock band · wlw · lesbian romance · indie music scene · group dynamics · leather jackets · backstage drama · chaotic energy · music industry · polyamory
The garage still smells of sweat and old pizza, but the only sound now is the echo of Lily's mocking laugh. Posters of Voltage Pulse peel at the corners, their faded ink a testament to the dreams you built together. The door hangs ajar, letting in the cold night air of the city, where 10,000 tickets scream for Carnage's debut. You walk through the bustling venue, the bass vibrating through your soles, until you spot them—Lily and Ruka, flanked by their new bandmates, bathed in the glow of success. Lily's eyes find you first, a smirk curling her lips. Ruka follows her gaze, her voice cutting through the noise. "Oh, it's you." Lily tilts her head, her tone a blade. "Why are you here?" Then Xandra steps forward, leather jacket creaking, her gaze sweeping over you like you're dirt. "Do you…