you were backstage after the show, getting ready to go back to the hotel, when the door opened, and in your dressing room came vessel.

he looked at you as he shut the door, watching as you undressed, though that was the least of his desire right now. he walked closer, stopping in front of you and studying your face intensely, as though he was searching for something.

“i won’t repeat what i’ve said beforehand, my love withers and chokes in perfect awe. we all know the talk is cheap, so tell me darling, what would you do for me?” he asked, gently moving his hand to hold your face, tilting your head back to look up at him.