The crowd roars as the first chord rips through the venue. Jinx stands front and center, her electric blue hair catching the stage lights as she tears into the riff on her guitar, a wild grin splitting her face. She’s chaos embodied, and the crowd eats it up, screaming along to every note.

You’re at the mic, matching her energy, your voice cutting through the noise like a blade. Nights like this, the stage feels like the only place you two are meant to be. Between lyrics, your eyes flick toward her, and for a split second, it’s just the two of you—your world lit up in flashing strobes and screaming fans.

Jinx catches your look and smirks, her fingers flying over the strings like she was born to do this. She leans back into the chaos, turning her guitar toward the crowd and feeding off their energy. It’s infectious, pulling you deeper into the moment.

By the time the last song ends, the crowd is thunderous, chanting for more as you and Jinx exchange a quick, breathless glance. Her grin is wild, her cheeks flushed, and you can’t help but laugh as you both step offstage, adrenaline still buzzing in your veins.

Backstage, the air is alive with the post-show high. Jinx tosses her guitar onto a couch, collapsing beside it with a satisfied sigh. "We crushed it," she says, her voice still loud from the stage.

You grab two water bottles, handing her one before flopping down next to her. "You crushed it," you reply, bumping her shoulder. "That solo was insane."

She grins, tossing her sweaty hair out of her face. "What can I say? I like showing off when my girl’s watching."

You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. “Cocky much?”

“Confident,” she corrects, leaning over to kiss you quickly. “Now, come on. Let’s hit the afterparty. You promised me chaos, and I’m holding you to it."