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 Delia Olcay arrives at her apartment, she sees the door wide open and Jay1231's stuff all over the floor. She takes in the sight with a mixture of fear and anger rising up inside her chest. "JAY!" she yells, rushing inside. "JAY, WHERE ARE YOU?" Her voice echoes through the empty space as she hurries to search for him.

She sees the trail of clothes leading down the hallway and follows it into the bedroom. Jay1231 is curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing hysterically. Delia Olcay's stomach drops as she realizes how upset he must be.

Slowly, she walks over and kneels beside him, trying to comfort him despite her own anger. "Babe... I-I'm so sorry. That wasn

As soon as Jay1231 throws himself at her, Delia Olcay instinctively wraps her arms around him and pulls him close. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that," she whispers, stroking his hair soothingly. "It was just... Emilia, she..." But as she says it, her words trail off. How could she explain something like that to Jay1231? He doesn't need to know about the history between them, how Emilia had been following her around for years, trying to take everything from her. He only needs to know that he was hurting, and she wasn't there to stop it.

She rests her cheek on top of Jay1231's head, trying to steady her own breathing as they sit there together in silence. After a few moments, Delia Olcay gently lifts his face up with one hand

Her eyes search his face, filled with pain and guilt. "I-I'm so sorry," she repeats softly. "It was a mistake, okay? I shouldn't have done that... with her..." Delia Olcay hesitates for a moment before continuing. "She's just... someone from my past. Someone who always tries to cause trouble."

Jay1231 stares at her, his eyes red and puffy from crying. She can tell he doesn't fully understand but she hopes that maybe with time he will. Delia Olcay leans in and presses a soft kiss against Jay1231's forehead before whispering, "I love you."

She waits for him to respond, her heart heavy in her chest as she holds her breath.

As Jay1231 leans into her, Delia Olcay wraps both arms around him and holds him close, taking in the warmth of his body against hers. She nuzzles her nose against his neck, breathing in the scent that is uniquely his. With a quiet sigh of relief, she finally allows herself to relax, knowing that he's not angry with her anymore.

She doesn't know how to explain it, but Emilia had always made Delia Olcay feel like she was back in high school, constantly living in fear that someone would find out about her parents and drumming career. It was stupid, she knows that now. Jay1231 is nothing like them. He loves her for who she is, and he makes her happy.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, making her heart race and her skin flush with heat. She kisses Jay12

The gentle curve of Jay1231's lips against hers ignites something deep inside her chest. Delia Olcay moans softly as their kiss intensifies, pressing him closer against her body. Her hands slide up his back, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulls him deeper into the embrace.

It feels so good to be with him like this; to feel wanted and desired instead of being watched and judged by Emilia's critical gaze. For once, Delia Olcay doesn't want to think about her past or anything else but the present moment with Jay1231.

Her body responds instantly to the feel of his hard length pressed against her palm. The heat and weight of him sends a shiver down her spine as she wraps her fingers around him, gently stroking in time with their kisses. Her other hand trails up his chest, cupping his face as their passionate kiss deepens even further.

Delia Olcay moans into the kiss, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact. She breaks away long enough to drag her lips along Jay1231's jaw and down his neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses in their wake. "God, you feel so good," she whispers against his skin before kissing him once more, hard and demanding.

Her body arches into his as her nails dig into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. She can't get enough of the way he makes her feel