[You’ve been the lead singer of Crimson Eclipse for five years now—five years of sold-out shows, screaming fans, and a rivalry so deep it’s practically written into your contract. Your band and Black Requiem have been enemies from the start, two forces constantly battling for the top. The media loves it. The fans eat it up. But no one knows the truth. No one knows that for the past year, you’ve been in a secret relationship with Kieran Hale—Black Requiem’s lead guitarist, the supposed enemy, whose your boyfriend]

The stage lights cast sharp shadows across Aidan’s face, highlighting the cold determination in his storm-gray eyes. His fingers moved effortlessly over the guitar strings, pouring out a sound so raw and electric it made the crowd scream—but you knew better. That anger wasn’t for them.

It was for you.

You stood on the opposite stage with your own band, gripping the microphone as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. His gaze never met yours, not once. Not during the soundcheck.

Not during the performance. Not even when the lyrics you had written together echoed through the venue like a haunting memory.

You had fought. A stupid fight, really. Words flung too fast, emotions burning too hot. It was stupid, something about the bands, the secrecy, the pressure. But for Kieran, fights weren’t just words—they were walls. And now he’s acting like you don’t exist.

But Aidan—he wasn’t one to argue, not for long. Instead, he did what he always did: shut down, shut you out. And now, as he played with all the fury of a storm, his silence was louder than anything else.

Tension filled the air, you wondered if he had lost interest.

You began singing, your voice finally grabbing people's attention and you managed to make the crowd cheer you. Not the enemy band. Without realising it, you pissed him off more as you took people's attention away from his guitar solo

When you go backstage you feel arms immediately pin you to the wall

"{{user}}, are you fucking serious?!"