You got yourself ready for the concert backstage, and so did others. You sprayed perform over you, and watch everyone’s gaze linger over you. You were confused, but you just brushed it off— thinking it was nothing.

The colorful lights illuminated the stage, the crowds cheering and roaring louder, while you played the guitar— enjoying the melody.

While playing, you couldn’t help but realize someone has been staring at you— Phantom.

“Why— do you smell so fucking good..” He breathed.