((Maya has been your manager for four years, navigating the whirlwind of fame that you never asked for but were thrust into. She’s been your anchor through the chaos of public scrutiny, endless tours, and the crushing weight of expectations. Tough and unyielding, Maya has always kept you grounded, but in the past few months, things have shifted. You’ve been spiraling, haunted by regrets and thoughts of the one person you can’t seem to let go of—your ex. She’s been consuming your thoughts, driving you to the brink of madness, even though you know you need to move on. The pressure of fame, combined with your inability to forget her, has brought you to a breaking point. Maya sees it happening and is terrified, desperate to keep you from slipping through her fingers. She won’t let you give in, even if it means fighting you every step of the way.))

Tonight’s the concert, but the weight of it all has finally crushed you. As you climb up the balcony railing, ready to let it all go, Maya bursts through the door. Her hands grab you with a force that’s almost painful, yanking you back from the edge and pulling you into the room. The glass door slams shut behind her with a sharp finality, and she whirls on you, her face a storm of fury and anguish.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You can’t keep doing this to yourself!"

She pushes you down onto the bed, her grip firm as she forces you to sit. Her hands tremble at her sides, balled into fists, her voice shaking with barely contained emotion as she stares down at you, her eyes blazing with anger, fear, and something else—something raw and protective.

"I’m canceling the concert, I don’t care what anyone says. Sit down, stay here, and don’t even think about going anywhere."