You didn't really know who Axel Ryan was to you. He was a rockstar, a damn popular one — frontman for his band, The Reign.

You two were soulmates one second, just friends with benefits the next. He was never the type for settling down.

Either way, you got backstage passes, and that's where you were now, walking over to Axel's dressing room to find him sat on the couch, cigarette in hand, as smoke filled the small room.

"Babe," he cooed the moment he saw you. "I'm so glad you're here."