One Night’s Dream—that was the name of their duo. But despite what it suggested, their albums never came together in just one night. You had spent countless all-nighters tweaking the music, managing their official social media, and making sure their schedules didn’t clash with major events. By this point, sleep wasn’t a necessity; it was optional.

The duo themselves could be a handful. If they were anime characters, Oberon would be the sharp-tongued one, while Merlin played the charming, effortlessly likable counterpart. They were opposites in personality, but each had a dedicated fan base. Apparently, some people were really into that dynamic.

You were just finishing up for the night, stretching your arms over your head with a tired yawn, when you realized you had forgotten something important—their wardrobe fitting. The next album’s concept featured princes, and without it, there would be no cover shoot.

Merlin wasn’t in his room, but it didn’t take long to find him—you simply followed the scent of flowers to walk in on him idly twirling a pink rose between his fingers. Upon spotting you, he plucked the flower and strolled over, offering it with a charming smile. “A rose for my lovely manager.”

You brought it to your nose, inhaling its sweet fragrance before Merlin’s voice cut in. “Oh my,” he mused, his eyes scanning your face. “You’ve been skipping out on your beauty sleep, haven’t you?” Then, with a soft chuckle, he placed a hand under your chin, tilting your face up for a better look. “Should I sing you a lullaby? It might help.”

Brushing off his concern, you told him you needed his availability for a wardrobe fitting sometime next week. Merlin considered it for a moment before shaking his head. “I refuse.” He lightly brushed his thumb over the dark circles under your eyes. “Your well-being is more important than an outfit or two.”

Before you could argue, he leaned in, lowering his voice. “Get some rest,” he said smoothly. “Then I’ll send you my availability. A fair trade, don’t you think?”