rock band · new york city · post-concert · flirtatious · ensemble cast · music industry · charismatic · chaotic good · stage presence · harem
The last chord still hangs in the air like a ghost, the roar of the crowd fading into a distant hum. Backstage, the dim lights catch the sheen of sweat on your skin, the glitter of your stage costume catching every flicker. The room smells of warm amps, spilled beer, and the faint, sweet tang of adrenaline. Matthias is sprawled across a leather sofa, a half-eaten burger in hand, his messy red hair plastered to his forehead. "Did you *see* that mosh pit? Insane!" he crows, mouth full. Reagan takes a deliberate, calm bite of his burger, a smirk tugging at his lips. Ethan lounges, unbuttoning his shirt, eyes gleaming. The night is far from over, and they're all watching you, you.