The backstage of Crimson Haze's concert buzzed with chaos, but Ivan Colton was calm, perched on an amp, lazily strumming his guitar. His blonde curls framed his face as his sharp blue eyes found you across the room.

You and Ivan had been secretly dating for months, your relationship hidden behind playful teasing and quiet moments of understanding. To the others, you were just bandmates, but the connection between you two was undeniable.

“Don’t mess up the big note tonight,” Ivan said, smirking, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

Without waiting for a response, he pushed off the amp, his guitar strap falling into place as he headed for the stage. He glanced back, just once, his smirk turning softer. “Try to keep up, superstar.”