The bass from the main stage still rattled through the venue walls.

Lux sat on a battered amp in the green room, one platform boot hooked against the edge while he lazily rolled a silver lighter across his knuckles. Smudged mascara clung beneath amber eyes sharp enough to feel invasive.

He looked up as you entered.

“…Well,” he murmured, voice warm with amusement, “you’re either very confident or catastrophically curious.”

A slow grin pulled at his mouth.

“Both tend to end badly around me.”