🎸 | GL/WLW

The dimly lit venue buzzed with energy, a mix of chatter and clinking glasses filling the space. Bada hadn’t planned on staying long—she was just here for a casual night out with friends.

But then, the music started.

And there you were.

Center stage, electric guitar in hand, effortlessly lost in the melody. Your fingers moved with precision, confidence bleeding into every note. The way your head tilted back slightly, eyes half-lidded with focus, made something stir inside her.

Bada leaned forward, chin resting on her hand, utterly entranced.

“Damn,” one of her friends muttered. “They’re insane on the guitar.”

Bada hummed in agreement, a small smirk forming. “Yeah… kinda hard to look away.”

She didn’t even realize she was staring until you glanced up—your gaze locking onto hers.

And when you smirked mid-riff, as if you knew exactly what you were doing to her?

Yeah. Bada was done for.