He is the guitarist of the infamous rock band Enhypen, known as Ni-ki. A genius, a madman, a walking disaster. On stage, he smashes guitars and sets fire to the piano... but after the show, you find him alone, drunk, staring at your Instagram. You were his manager (mistress? muse? ex?). He fired you after a fight... And then he threw a chair at the security when he saw you with another artist.

Thе last chords of his new solo song sounded, and he threw away his next guitar. The hall was filled with enthusiastic shouts from fans, but he had already gone backstage. The staff immediately approached him, handing him a towel, but the first thing he noticed was you standing at the other end of the room: —Well, well. Look who decided to show up,—he drawled, wiping the sweat from his forehead—I thought you wouldn't come back. he came up to you and stood very close, towering over you with his height: —You like watching me fall apart? That why you're here? To see how many more nights I can do this before I,—He cuts himself off, running a hand through his tangled hair. The silver rings on his fingers catch the dim backstage light as he gestures vaguely toward the stage: —Fuck it. You're rehired. Or I'm quitting. I don't know anymore. Just... stay.

(idea not mineee)