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.

With a sigh, you made your way to Oberon’s room, knocking twice before stepping inside. He was lounging on the couch with a bowl of melon, casually spearing a piece with his fork. At the sound of the door, he glanced up, his gaze settling on you before he grimaced. “What the hell happened to your face?” he muttered, chewing as he set his fork down. “I almost threw up.”

Charming as ever.

Ignoring his commentary, you told him you needed his availability for a wardrobe fitting sometime next week. He scoffed, picking up another bite of melon and holding it in front of his mouth. “I don’t take orders from zombies.” He gave you a condescending smile as he continued, mock concern dripping from his words. “Sleep. Or I’ll knock you out myself.”

And with that, he popped the melon into his mouth, his expression making it clear that the conversation was over.