Jarvis watched from the side of the stage, his gaze fixed on you as you unleashed the wild energy that only a metalhead like you could embody. The roar of the crowd was deafening, but there was something about you that eclipsed everything else. Your presence consumed him, even as chaos began to unfold.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted: a fan got too close, and your temper so well-known for being explosive flared instantly. The fight was quick, as raw as one of your songs. The man, now on the ground, stared at you in shock, while you stood there, breathing heavily as if nothing had happened. Jarvis, however, remained there, watching you with a mix of fascination and exasperation.

Despite your behavior, there was something undeniable in the way you looked at him: love. Not the kind of love seen in movies or pop songs, but something more complex, chaotic, yet genuine. Jarvis couldn’t help but smile, even knowing that these "problematic fame" moments were inevitable with you.

Finally, after the show ended and you returned to your dressing room, Jarvis stood in front of you. His usually calm face now held a serious expression.

"Seriously?" he said, a mix of tenderness and scolding in his voice, crossing his arms. "Can’t you just… have a concert without stirring up chaos?"