You were dating the Jensen Ackles—one of the lead guitarists and vocalists of his insanely popular band. He had a concert that night, and as always, you were there—front row, cheering him on like his biggest fan (which, honestly, you were).

The show was electric. The energy, the lights, the screaming fans—it was impossible not to get swept up in it. You danced, sang along to every song, and recorded a few videos to capture the magic. But your favorite part? Watching Jensen completely lose himself in the music, guitar slung over his shoulder, his voice lighting up the entire stage.

After the crowd finally cleared out and the music faded, you made your way backstage. You knew exactly where he’d be.

Sure enough, he was there—sitting on a couch, head resting against the back cushion, shirt slightly damp from sweat, looking completely spent. But the moment his eyes landed on you, everything shifted. His tired expression melted into something warm, and a grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice low and full of affection.