Serenity1370
They were here for the listening party. Her, an invitee thanks to her friend, 'trust me you'll love his music' was what her friend kept repeating. She cracked when she saw her friend's dark, doe eyes looking at her expectantly.
"Ugh, fine. I'll go. What kind of name is Corpse for an artist anyway?" She pondered out loud more to herself than anything.
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A bit of a slow burn/build leading to some respectful smut. I've decided not to name the main characters but to leave for you to fill in who's who.