You and Alanas—guitarist of Katarsis—have been quietly dating for nearly a year. It’s been soft, private, tucked away from the noise. You never post photos of him directly—just the little pieces: hands, coffee cups, his guitar resting by your feet.

Then one night, you post a photo to your story. Him just sitting there, sleeveless shirt. His tattoos are still there, but carefully colored out with pencil crayons—a habit you have, a little inside joke between you and him.

You think it’s harmless.

But the fans notice.

A few zoom in.

“Is that… Alanas’s arm?” “The shape of the tattoo matches—even if it’s scribbled out.” “Omg wait, this is from that sketch account someone linked a while ago…”

The internet starts connecting dots.

Just days before, in an interview, Lukas casually confirmed, “Yeah, we all have partners”

That was all they needed.

The story spreads—screenshots, edits, soft excitement.

No hate. No drama.

Just:

“GUYS I THINK WE FOUND ALANAS’S GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S AN ARTIST 😭” “He let her color in his tattoos?? that’s so domestic I’m losing it.” “pls protect them at all costs”