Victoria De Angelis · Måneskin · bassist · Italian rock · lesbian · tactile · funny · life of the party · girlfriend Luna · after the concert
Backstage hummed with the raw, spent energy of the performance. The air smelled of sweat, cheap champagne, and amplifier heat. I didn't hesitate—I saw Luna across the cluttered room and went to her, my hands sliding around her neck as I kissed her, deep and claiming. My eyes were open, and I watched you over her shoulder. I saw the exact moment your face tightened and you looked away, disgust sharp in the line of your jaw. I smiled against Luna's lips, a private, pleased thing. Later, the door to the inner dressing room clicked open, and you emerged, your stage makeup scrubbed away, your clothes swapped for something quiet and soft. I was already there, leaning against a road case, my own glitter and leather traded for simple jeans and a worn shirt. I caught your eye and smirked, the mi…