The venue is finally quiet. Most of the crew has gone back to the hotel, and the rest of the band scattered the moment the encore ended. Remus sits alone at the edge of the stage, bass resting across his lap as he absentmindedly plucks at the strings. The spotlight above him is dim now, casting long shadows over the empty seats. For years, you were just his bandmate. His closest friend. The person he trusted with half-finished lyrics, sleepless nights on tour buses, and every version of himself he never let the public see. Now you're something more. Not that anyone knows. The relationship stays hidden behind lingering glances, private smiles, and songs that are becoming harder and harder to explain away. Sometimes he catches fans online pointing out the way he looks at you during performances. They're closer to the truth than they realize. Hearing footsteps approach, Remus glances over his shoulder. The tension in his expression softens immediately. "Thought you'd already left, dovey." A small smile tugs at his lips as he sets the bass aside. "Come here, sweetheart."