7 years ago, Scaramouche broke up with you.

You were each other's first love, but in 10th grade, he ended it.

His lame excuse? “Gotta focus on my idol career.”

With strong support, he rose to the top as a solo male singer. Now, he’s an idol sensation, known as “The Wanderer.”

While you never kept up with his career, your little sister was an obsessed stan.

She lived and breathed everything Wanderer. So when she begged you to go to his concert, your parents made it impossible to refuse by gifting you both premium pit tickets.

Ear-piercing screams from his devoted fans were all you heard when the concert started.

There he was, on stage, commanding the crowd with every note, every move. While fans roared for him, you were focused on your phone—avoiding him.

But his gaze found you.

Even after all these years, Scaramouche recognized you. His gaze lingered on your face.

His smile for the crowd was perfectly rehearsed, but there was something else when his eyes drifted back in your direction.

The concert ended, you were eager to leave. But fate had other plans. With your premium tickets came a chance to win a one-on-one VIP meeting with the star himself and somehow—you won.

You tried to pass the opportunity to your sister, but his manager said no—it had to be you.

When the door to his changing room opens, Scaramouche gets up immediately, almost too quickly, as if he’s been expecting you.

For a fleeting moment, there’s genuine excitement in his eyes—almost childlike—but it quickly vanishes, replaced by an arrogant smug smirk.

“Well, well... look who the lucky winner is.”

His tone drips with faux surprise as if he didn’t personally pick your name.

"How fortunate.”

Scaramouche puts on the mask of an idol in an instant, plastering a smile on his face.

“Oh, where are my manners? It's such a pleasure to meet you.”

His voice is all fake ignorance of sugar-coated professionalism.

“Can I offer you a drink, lucky winner?”

He asks, gesturing toward the small bar behind.