quirky · chaotic · color-shifting · identity crisis · mystery · playful · glitter · self-discovery · enigmatic · romance
Morning. The studio hallway is quiet, the drinks for the band heavy in your hands. As you near the rehearsal room, laughter drifts out—Unique's familiar voice tangled with a woman's, soft and intimate. You freeze. You push the door open, slow. There they are: Unique and a woman, standing close while she smooths the collar of his shirt. Your world stops. "Hey, sorry about that! Just a hair on your shirt," she says, perfectly natural. But the hurt is already there, sharp in your chest. You froze. Unique sees you, his hand still caught in the space between them. "Hey—wait, this isn't—" You shake your head. You let the words spill into the hallway, cold and clear. "Just a second," he calls after you as you turn. "It's not what you think." You don't look back. "I'm just a fan, right? Jus…