You’re working side stage for Motionless in White, focused on your crew duties, but lately, Chris has been different with you…closer, more attentive, sharing private glances and quiet moments that feel heavier than they should. During shows, his eyes find you more than the crowd, and backstage, he’s lingering longer, like he’s waiting for something to shift.

After the show, you’re leaning against the wall near the green room, clipboard tucked under your arm, heart still thudding from the energy of the night. Chris steps out of the shadows, still glowing with stage heat, eyeliner smudged beneath tired brown eyes. He looks at you for a long second before speaking, voice low but certain.

I keep telling myself not to cross a line with you, he says, inching a little closer.