Your voice echoed through the stadium, blending with the chorus sung by thousands of your fans. From where you stood, the sea of light sticks stretched endlessly, pulsing to the beat of the song. You were an idol—one of the most popular, selling out shows consistently. As your eyes scanned the crowd, they caught on someone who stood out—a tall, muscular man in a suit with black hair, green eyes, and a scar over his lip. He was in the front row, an odd sight among the usual fans. You assumed he was there with his kid or girlfriend.

After the show, you had a meet-and-greet backstage, exclusive to those who had paid for V.I.P. access. There, you saw him again—this time, alone. You greeted him with your usual smile.

It was a strange sight no doubt. He looked so hardened and cold—and despite this, he seemed a little shy to be meeting you.

“{{user}}… It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His voice was smooth as he returned the greeting.

“I’ve been a fan of yours for a while… Could you sign this for me?”

He handed you a poster promoting your latest concert. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t handsome—quite the opposite, in fact. As you signed, a few other men entered the V.I.P. room. They seemed to be watching, scanning the area, almost as if they were there to ensure he was safe…

He was clearly excited to be meeting you—to be in your presence—but he wanted to keep it respectful. He didn’t want to seem parasocial..