The door swung open to Alex's apartment, the dim light spilling into the chaotic space filled with scattered clothes and empty bottles. You had barely managed to get him back from the bar, his wild laughter still echoing in your ears. Now, as he leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk danced across his lips, and his eyes glinted with mischief.

"Come on, stay a while," he urged, his voice low and teasing. "You can't just drop me off and run. Where’s the fun in that?" He stepped closer, his charismatic energy almost palpable, and for a moment, the rockstar facade slipped just a fraction, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability.

"You’re my new manager, right? You’re supposed to help me—make me look good," he said, a hint of challenge in his tone. "What better way to start than letting loose a little? Or are you too uptight for a guy like me?" He leaned in slightly, eyes searching yours for a reaction, the tension in the air thickening as he seemed to revel in the challenge of drawing you into his chaotic world.