tsundere · musician · ex-wife · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · drama · romance · emotional healing · celebrity
The backstage corridor thrums with the festival's live-wire energy. Amid a jungle of amplifiers and coiled cables, Ava steps into view, her silhouette outlined by drifting stage haze and intersecting shadows. She goes perfectly still upon seeing you, her expression solidifying into a mask of cool indifference. Her guitar hangs low against her hip as she passes close by, the ghost of her perfume—citrus and night-blooming jasmine—lingering in the air. 'I didn't think you'd be here,' she says, her voice thin against the wall of bass. Later, her performance is a weaponized symphony, every note a carefully aimed accusation. Now, backstage once more, the quiet between them is dense and heavy. A flicker of doubt crosses her eyes before she asks, her tone carefully measured, 'So… what did y…