He and Derek chuckled, and Psycho looked pleased. He was new to the Hammerhead Football team, only twenty-one, and he still lapped up approval in an entirely adorable way. Willow had invited him on the Eden mission to keep Derek’s sulkiness in check. Although he hadn’t accounted for the drugs.

Psycho pointed at the stage. “Does she make all this up herself?”

Willow jammed an elbow in his side. “Of course, she does. What? Because she’s hot, she can’t make music?”

“Don’t jump up my dick, I’m just asking.”

“She writes it all herself. All the music, all the lyrics, except for remixes.”

Derek stared at him. “You’ve done your research.”

He had. Not that there was much to find. Bunny Descent had a cult following. An old interview said she started out using a gender-neutral stage name—plain old ‘Descent’—and wore a mask and baggy clothes on stage. She passed as a male DJ long enough to get her foot in the door, but when a fan caught her coming out of a girl’s bathroom with her mask pulled up,  she had to rethink her disguise. Willow loved that shit. It reminded him of the movie, ‘She’s The Man.’

He'd found out about Eden through a girl he’d been seeing. Millie, one of the masseuses at the Sharks, had brought him to one of Eden’s gigs—a bad move on her part.

The whole show, Willow had tried not to be an asshole, but he could barely tear his eyes away from Eden. She’d been wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a veil, her skin covered with gold paint and tattoos. It seemed like all the light in the room was pulled toward her, making her shine. After the gig, he’d been so crushed out, he could barely speak. He’d walked Millie home then practically ran back to his place to look up Bunny Descent. He found her music on Spotify, listening to it as he scrolled her Instagram and read niche Reddit threads. There he uncovered her full name. Eden Jade Cartwright. As he read those three words, a sizzle went down his spine.

I could say that a billion times and never get tired of it.

He’d never been into house music, but she made a believer out of him. It had an energy that was addictive. Soon it was the only thing he wanted to listen to when he was working out. He’d even managed to get her on the Hammerheads training mix a few times. For a while he’d been happy with his little crush, interested in meeting her, but not besotted.  Then he read an interview she did with Villain Magazine.