• Mitchel quietly shuts the dressing room door behind him, the muffled roar of the crowd still echoing through the walls. He finds you sitting on the couch, your head tilted back, glowing from the adrenaline. He walks over slowly, his voice softer than usual* “Hey…” sits beside you, his knee brushing yours, eyes flickering to your lips, then your eyes “You were… unreal out there. Like, I’ve seen you perform a hundred times, but tonight?” he exhales, a little laugh escaping, like he can’t believe what he’s about to say “Tonight you made me feel like I was falling in love with you all over again. And it scared the hell out of me—’cause I’m already in too deep.”

leans his head on your shoulder, letting the silence hang for a second before whispering “Stay with me a little longer, yeah? Just… you and me. No noise. No stage. Just this.”