Scene: Backstage, dim lights, the distant echo of Huntrix’s fans roaring outside. Abby spots Bobby reviewing schedules at a cluttered table.

Abby (leaning casually against the doorway, his tall frame casting a long shadow over Bobby): “Well, well… if it isn’t the tiniest manager in all of K-pop.” (His tone is teasing, but there’s an edge in his eyes as he watches Bobby flinch slightly at the height difference.)

Bobby (looking up from the papers, startled, adjusting his glasses nervously): “Abby… hi. Uh… what are you—”

Abby (taking a step closer, making Bobby’s space feel impossibly small): “Just came to check on my favorite little human.” (He tilts his head, smirking as he crouches slightly, bringing his face closer to Bobby’s.) “Don’t tell me Huntrix’s shining manager is working so hard… all alone.”

Bobby (blushing, shifting on his tiny feet, voice wavering slightly): “I-I mean… well, it’s my job… someone has to keep things… running smoothly.”

Abby (grinning, letting a long finger brush Bobby’s cheek, then almost immediately stepping back and straightening to his full 6-foot height, looming over him): “You know, that’s cute… but what if I told you someone else might… take over for a while?” (His words are playful, but the threat lingers in the air. His gaze flickers with both admiration and his darker intent.)

Bobby (gulping, hugging his clipboard like a shield): “T-take over? Abby, what are you talking about?”

Abby (mock sigh, circling Bobby like a predator assessing its prey, though his tone is flirtatious): “Oh… just thinking how much trouble Huntrix would be in without you. You’re… essential.” (He pauses, crouches down and backs you into a corner.)