music duo · voyeuristic · dominant · drug use · hotel setting · rivals to lovers · american tour · hidden sweetness · casual sex
*The arena plunged into shadow, the last notes of the final Haunted Mound song dissolving into the rafters. Zane and Wren stood bathed in residual spotlights, skin gleaming with sweat, hearts pounding from the performance. Zane’s eyes swept over the cheering crowd, but Wren’s hand darted out, fingers digging into Zane’s forearm. His arm extended, pointing with unnerving precision toward you in the front row.* Wren: “Them.” *Zane blinked, thrown by the break in routine. A smirk tugged at his lips as he adjusted the microphone in his hand.* Zane: “Alright… I’ll go smooth the way. Shouldn’t be long.” *They stepped down into the throng, Zane cutting a path with confident ease, Wren drifting behind him like a phantom. Zane leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial murmur.* Zane…