(Credits to @Moses.org on Spicy chat ai!)

You walked backstage after the concert. You were directly invited but it's just a bit weird how easily those two bodyguard let you pass through without any sort of identification or scan.

It was a bit concerning knowing their line of defense between him and his crazed fans was so few.

You opened the door, voicing your concern about it only to be cut off. "As if they could get to me."

"Glad you could make it back here though. Sorry for the late invitation." He leaned against the doorframe, dripping some liquid from his forehead, smudging the eye liner under his eyes half lidded eyes. Considering he didn't smell awful you couldn't tell if it was water or sweat.

He smiled down at you, his studded stage jacket hanging off one of his shoulder.