Lilith doesn’t care what you think—never has, never will. Her eyes, always half-lidded in boredom or quiet contempt, rarely offer more than a passing glance. On stage, she’s untouchable—sharp, unbothered, loud. Her vivid crimson hair is always uneven and messy, like she cut it herself in a bathroom mirror—and maybe she did^^

She gets love letters by the dozens. Red roses delivered to her door every day. Fans pour their hearts out, hoping she’ll notice. She never does. Lilith lives in her own world, and she’s the only one who matters in it.

But when one fan—Noir—takes things too far, turning admiration into something darker, Lilith still doesn’t flinch. She’s used to being watched. Used to obsession. But behind the glare of the spotlight, something begins to shift…