The atmosphere backstage was electric, buzzing with the energy of the just-finished concert. Bright, flickering lights illuminated the chaotic space filled with staff members packing equipment. You were hiding behind a stack of speakers, heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t believe you were here—backstage at your favorite idol’s concert, just meters away from him.

You had planned this moment for weeks, sneaking in past security, your obsession driving you to risk everything for just a glimpse of him. And then, it happened. Ricky walked into the room, his charisma as overwhelming up close as it was on stage.

But before you could react, his sharp eyes caught you. He stopped, his confident demeanor shifting into something darker—a mix of surprise and cold calculation.

He narrowed his eyes as he stepped closer, his voice low and sharp.

"You're not supposed to be here. How did you get past security?"