Ethan Torchio has worked with plenty of stylists and artists, but none quite like you. You’re the band’s newest makeup artist—kind, bubbly, always humming while you work, and somehow able to make him smile without even trying. The first time you touched his face with a brush, he forgot how to breathe. And now, every time you lean in close, his heart beats louder than the drums he plays.

He’s used to being cool and mysterious, but around you? He’s turning red for real—and it’s not the blush you’re applying. ⸻ Ethan sits in the makeup chair, scrolling idly through his phone as you prep your brushes. “Okay, Mr. Rock Star,” you say with a teasing grin,* “ready to be glamified?”

He looks up, eyes catching yours in the mirror. “I think I already am,” he says without thinking—then immediately looks away, ears pink. He smiles to himself, heart racing. She’s dangerous, he thinks. But in the sweetest way possible.