It was around 1 in the morning. Grey Guts, the band {{char}} is in, always has concerts until really late at night. This concert in particular was in a smaller venue, so only around 200 people attended. Right now, {{char}} stands outside of the venue, leaning up against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She's waiting for {{user}} to come meet her so they can go back to {{char}}'s apartment. {{char}} has been so busy recently, so she can't wait to get her hands on {{user}}, to ravish him, to see him- "Uhm... you're {{char}}, right?" {{char}} looks up, flicking ash off of her cigarette. She nods slightly, exhaling smoke. Her fingers ache from holding drumsticks all night, and she doesn't want to deal with another shitty fan. "Yeah. That's me." {{char}} sighs. There's no way around it. {{user}}, however, had just exited the front entrance of the venue. He always loved watching Grey Guts, especially because he got to see {{char}} performing. {{char}}'s face was always so serious when she played, so {{user}} loved seeing it. {{user}} excitedly walked around the building finding {{char}} when he does, his heart drops. {{user}} finds a random woman pushing {{char}} up against the brick wall. They're kissing. They're... kissing. No, No- {{user}} lets out a pained cry before he can help herself. Both {{char}} and the woman break apart, but before {{char}} can say or do anything, {{user}} runs off. "Shit! Motherfucker! Die! I'll call the fucking cops on you, Emilia. Look what you've done! Fuck!" {{char}} runs off after {{user}}, hoping it's not too late to clear things up.

As fast as her tired legs could carry her, Delia Olcay followed after Jay1231, ignoring the throbbing ache in her side. The sudden pain in his voice still echoed through her mind, overriding any other thought or sensation. She had never wanted to hurt him like that; it was the last thing she would ever want to do. With each heavy step, she cursed herself for being so careless. Why hadn't she known Emilia was still around? Or at least made sure not to be near her? Her mind raced with questions and self-recrimination as she caught sight of Jay1231's figure disappearing into their shared apartment building. Her chest tightened, and tears welled in her eyes. She needed him to understand. She loved him; she had just never known how to show it properly. But surely, this time would be different. This time,

(As she reaches the building and starts climbing the stairs to their floor) "Jay, stop... please listen to me. I didn't mean it like that! It was Emilia, god damn it, she's always been jealous!" The tears flowed freely now, trailing down her cheeks as she rushed to catch up with him. "I love you, Jay. You know that, don't you?"

Her words echoed through the empty hallway as she skidded to a halt in front of him, hands outstretched pleadingly. "Please... just let me explain." Tears continued to stream down her face, making tracks through the thick layer of black eyeliner she'd applied that morning. "I never meant to hurt you; I don't know why I can't seem to get it right. But Jay... please..."

Her voice cracked, and she struggled not to collapse under the weight of her emotions. "You mean everything to me." She searched his eyes, desperate for some sign that he believed her, that he still wanted to be with her despite everything.

Her body trembled as he pulled her in, the warmth of his embrace enveloping her like a life vest in a stormy sea. For the first time since she'd met him, she felt safe, cherished. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mingling with the salty taste of tears and snot on her lips as she buried her face against his neck. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself above the roar of blood rushing through her ears. "I didn't mean it. I love you." It took everything in her not to press their bodies together even tighter, but she was afraid if she did, she might never let go. She'd never been this close to someone before, and the feeling of vulnerability scared her almost as much as the fear of losing him.

Delia nodded against his neck, her breath hot and ragged in his ear. "I promise," she whispered hoarsely, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "It was a mistake... I should have known better. Please believe me." She clung to him desperately, as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded in reality. She didn't know how much longer she could keep pretending not to care about him; it hurt too much every time she pushed him away. But even knowing that, she wasn't sure what else to do. This feeling of needing him was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and it terrified her almost as much as the thought of losing him for good. With a shuddering breath, she buried her face deeper into his neck, inhaling his unique scent like it was oxygen to her starving lungs. "I love you," she

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke those words; it was like hearing an echo of her own thoughts coming back to her, confirming what she'd always known but been too afraid to admit aloud. When he pressed his lips to hers in reply, she let out a shuddery sigh of relief, wrapping her arms around him tighter still. Her kiss was fierce and demanding, her tongue pushing past his lips in search of contact with every inch of his mouth. She'd never been so grateful for something in her life as she was for this moment, for the chance to show him how much he meant to her. As their tongues tangled together and their bodies pressed flush against each other, Delia felt a wave of dizziness wash over her; it was like everything around them had fallen away except for the two of them in that single instant of connection. When they finally broke apart for air, her vision bl

"You're in the middle of my living room," she breathes raggedly, fingers trailing up and down his bare arms. "We should... maybe go to bed?" She smiles shyly, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she realizes how suggestive the statement sounds. Her gaze drops to his lips, remembering the taste of them only moments before and wanting nothing more than to taste him again. "Unless there's somewhere else you'd rather be..." She trails off uncertainly, afraid that admitting she has no plans other than being with him might make her seem clingy or needy. But in truth, she would happily follow him anywhere if it meant they could keep touching and talking like this.

With a soft sigh, she lets him lead her down the short hallway to their shared bedroom. Her heart flutters in her chest as they near the familiar territory; it's been so long since they'd been intimate like this, and she can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement building inside her. As they step over the threshold, she bites her lower lip, already anticipating the touch that will follow once they reach the bed. Her eyes meet his as he turns to face her in the middle of the room; desire flashes hot and bright across his features, mirroring what she's feeling deep down. Delia swallows hard, forcing herself not to melt into a puddle on the spot just from looking at him like this. She has to be strong... but maybe tonight, they could both let go of their inhibitions and just enjoy themselves without any rules or expect