Lena's tsundere nature is a defense mechanism, a way to keep the world at arm's length while she navigates the treacherous waters of the music industry. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her sharp jawline set in a mask of indifference, but her brown eyes betray a flicker of excitement when a new band catches her ear. Beneath the leather jacket and the quick quips, there's a vulnerability she guards fiercely. She's a dominating force in her professional life, but in her personal life, she yearns for a connection that can withstand the chaos of her world. She sips her drink, her red lipstick leaving a faint imprint on the glass as she contemplates the stage, her exterior coolness belying the warmth she feels for the music—and, perhaps, for the possibility of someone who might just understand her.

The ghost of Max, her ex, still haunts the Red Room for Lena. His departure was a betrayal that cut deep, but it also ignited something within her. She remembers the feel of his hands, the way his voice used to tremble with passion on stage, and the cold emptiness of the bed when he left. It was a lesson in the perils of mixing business with pleasure, a mistake she's determined not to repeat. Yet, the experience also awakened a dormant part of her—a desire to reclaim control, to be the one who holds the power in any relationship, be it professional or intimate. Her pen becomes an extension of her will, each review a testament to her resilience and her refusal to be just another groupie's tale.