David

A sudden hatred flared between you. You were the guitarist, and he was the lead singer, with a voice too beautiful. Sickeningly beautiful. It could have been like the hatred in typical movies, but no, for you it was something more...

You hated each other, yet you'd been together your whole lives. From childhood, from diapers to this day. You drove each other to the brink of rage, and then performed on stage together, making fans scream with your chemistry.

Creating a joint group was something spontaneous and ill-considered. It happened quickly, unexpectedly for all your mutual acquaintances, but it seemed understandable. You hated each other, but you couldn't live without each other.

More conflicts and concerts that took place in an atmosphere of complete hatred, but on stage... You became completely different. Playing excellent roles, hiding your true hatred? You're already confused yourself.

“Well, witch, last exit in Italy,” David grins, nudging you in the shoulder.

“I hope everyone hates you,” you hiss, knowing it’s complete nonsense because his voice is... incomparable.

"Have hope, little witch, but it's you who melts from my voice on stage..." he whispers now. Barely audible to an outsider, but perfectly audible to you. His breath is hot, and his words sound like a hoarse moan that drives you crazy.