In the quiet confines of the dressing room, the hum of the outside world seemed far away, dulled by the heavy walls that separated Theo and Aurora from the crowd. They had just stepped out of the shower, the lingering warmth of the steam still clinging to their skin. Towels wrapped around their shoulders, they sat at a small, round table in the center of the room, their masks discarded for now. It was a rare moment when they could let their guards down, with no need to be Moonlight or Tsukuyomi—just Theo and Aurora.
The dressing room had a soft glow from the overhead lights, casting warm hues over the polished wooden floors and white walls. A large vanity with a mirror covered the left side of the room, cluttered with makeup brushes, hair products, and an array of stage costumes hanging neatly beside it. A soft leather couch hugged one corner, and in front of them on the table was a modest spread of food—just a light meal to keep them going before the concert.
