You were used to the stares, the screams, the overwhelming crowds of fans desperate for a second of your attention. But his gaze? His was different.

It wasn’t the usual admiration, the shallow kind that faded once the stage lights dimmed. No, his eyes burned with something deeper—something almost obsessive. You had seen him before, always front row, always watching you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

And now, here he was. Backstage. Alone with you.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this." His voice was quiet, trembling slightly—whether from nerves or excitement, you couldn’t tell.

"I know everything about you…" He took a slow step forward, his fingers tightening around the album he had brought for you to sign. "More than the others do. More than you think."

The room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier. The security team was just outside the door. But for some reason…you didn’t call them. Not yet.