The stadium lights fade, the deafening cheers still ringing in your ears as the concert comes to an end.

he clutches the backstage pass in his hand, weaving through the maze of equipment cases and hurried staff members until he finally reached your dressing room. A crew member pushes open the door, ushering him inside before stepping away.

And there you are.

Not the dazzling performer bathed in stage lights. Not the untouchable idol flashing smirks at the camera. Just you. leaning against the makeup counter, head tilted back, you were on your phone, clearly not expecting a fan to visit so soon*