Page 80 of Vengeful Melodies

They don’t say a word.

They just let the music speak.

The lyrics start soft, barely above a whisper.

"You walked into the silence, lit a match to all our dark

Barefoot in the chaos, with a lion in your heart."

Takoa’s voice. Velvet and grit, every word sliding over me like honey and fire.

Then Bash picks up the second verse, his voice smoother, almost teasing, like a smirk against my neck.

"You laugh like thunder, cry like rain

Got us crawling back just to feel that ache again."

Kai’s harmony joins in, and I swear my soul shudders.

And then Alix. He takes the bridge—voice low, rough, like gravel soaked in wine. His eyes never leave mine.

"You’re the reason we breathe in the dark

The sound behind our silence, the ink in our scars."

My lips part, breath catching.

They’re singing me.

Not an idea of me. Not some image or version. Me. The mess. The fire. The fear. The chaos I try to keep hidden behind thick skin and too many layers of silence.

And they see it all. Still want it all.

When the last note fades, no one moves.

No one speaks.

I blink fast, trying not to cry, because fuck, I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn't ready to feel this seen.

Kai breaks the silence first, voice gentle and hopeful. “So… do you like it?”

“Like it?” I whisper, throat thick. “You wrote a goddamn love letter and set it to sex.”

Bash whoops, grabbing his guitar and clutching it to his chest like a fake swoon. “I told you she’d get it.”

Alix just watches me. Quiet. Serious.

“You’re ours, Darlin. Every note. Every word. Every fucking song from here on out.”

I swallow hard, staring at all of them, my chest aching in the best way.

“Ask me again,” I say, voice shaking with a smile I can’t contain. “But this time, do it right.”

Takoa sets his guitar down and stands. Bash follows. Then Kai.

And all three of them close in, surrounding me where I sit on the floor.

“We want you, Songbird,” Bash says, brushing a kiss to my temple. “Not just in passing. Not on weekends.”