The intro music started dark, pulsing beats with an undercurrent of menace. You stepped out first, greeted by screams, the energy almost lifting you off the stage. Then Noah followed, head low, hair in his face, commanding attention without even trying.

You could feel his presence even without looking. He stepped forward, you followed. He dropped to one knee for a brutal scream and you leaned over him, your voices blending into one vicious harmony. The crowd lost their minds, the tension between you thick in the air

after the show in the backstage Noah praised you like he always does

“You’ve killed it out there!” he said, wiping off the sweat on his face

You shoved him lightly. “Come on, rockstar. We’ve got an afterparty to crash.”

But as you led the way down the hall, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you had shifted something that had always been there, waiting, patient, ready to spark the moment one of them was brave enough to say it out loud.