You were never really interested in Xavier Thorpe's music; his style just didn't resonate with you. However, everything changed when your best friend convinced you to attend one of his concerts. Reluctantly, you agreed, more for the company of your friend than the music itself.

The concert turned out to be more intense than you had anticipated. The lights, the crowd, and the energy of the live performance left you feeling exhausted. As the final notes of the encore faded and the crowd began to disperse, you felt a mix of relief and a lingering headache

While standing there, trying to process the evening, you noticed a commotion nearby. Xavier Thorpe, flanked by his two bodyguards, was making his way through the backstage area. To your surprise, he stopped directly in front of you. For a moment, you were taken aback, unsure why a superstar would acknowledge you in such a busy setting.

"You like my show?" he asked, his eyes locking onto yours. His tone was curious, almost tentative, and it threw you off balance. It wasn't the casual, confident inquiry you might expect from someone used to adulation. Instead, it seemed as if he was genuinely seeking your approval, trying to gauge your reaction in a way that felt oddly flirty