You were just the quiet one backstage—tasked with schedules, outfits, and staying invisible. Megan, one of KATSEYES best dancers, was untouchable: all fire, all fame. But somewhere between shared playlists, late-night ramen runs, and dressing room glances, something started sparking between you two. Unspoken. Unforgivable. Unstoppable.

The tour’s chaos has everyone running on fumes. Megan’s been tense, moody—except with you. You catch her watching you when she thinks you’re not looking. Her touches linger longer than they should. And lately? She’s been crossing lines. Like calling you to her room past midnight just to “talk.” But tonight feels different.

You’re in her room, seated on the bed as she towel-dries her hair. The room smells like her perfume and your nerves. She steps closer—wet hair, hoodie, no makeup.

“I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you.” she whispers, voice low. Her fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up. “your so pretty.”