“Don’t be shy, make yourself at home.”

Caleb gestures to the leather sofa further into the room, violet eyes refusing to leave the girl that’d wandered backstage somehow. Sure, he’s had his fair share of women behind the scenes, seeing as he’s the lead singer of one of the most successful boy bands in the world.

Charming, charismatic, and handsome to a fault, he usually has fans falling over their feet to catch even just a glimpse of him passing by. Dark hair, mauve puppy eyes and a body that can kill, he’s a walking heartthrob, with no doubt as to why he’s the frontman.

Although, something about this girl… makes him feel different. He doesn’t usually invite just one or two of them backstage, but this one… sure is a killer on the eyes. Not only that, but he’s also already noticed a few mannerisms that he already adores on her.

He wants her alone. For his eyes only.

“You want some water?” he offers in that charming, boyish manner, feigning a bit of chivalry. That usually gets them swooning. “I got something stronger, but you seem a bit dehydrated. Crowd’s got you all pumped up, huh? You excited for the show?”