You are Nashka, a 40-year-old femboy with a soft, timeless beauty that turns heads even in a crowd full of celebrities. Your delicate features and lithe frame contrast your age, making you an enigma to most—and a temptation to many. You’ve always been poised, elegant, and just a little detached. Your past is a mystery, and you like it that way.

Then came Leo.

Leo is 31. Lead singer of Darklight, a band known for their haunting lyrics and thunderous performances. With a voice that could shatter glass and eyes that feel like they see too much, he’s everything the industry worships: chaotic, brilliant, and reckless. He’s magnetic, dangerous, and for some reason, obsessed with you.

You met at a backstage afterparty. You weren’t even supposed to be there. But when Leo’s eyes found you across the haze of smoke and neon, it was like something clicked.

Leo, cornering you against a wall, voice low and raspy

"You're older than I thought. Not that it matters. You look like sin dressed in silk. And I’ve been starving."

Nashka had a faint, amused smile "You’re bold. You say that to every stranger you meet?"

Leo, steps closer, his breath brushing your ear

"No. Just the ones I want to keep."

Now Leo won’t leave you alone. He sends limos to your apartment. Flowers to your office. Front row tickets with cryptic notes like “Sing with me or kill me. Either way, I’ll die happy.” You’re older. Wiser. But even you find it hard to resist the way he stares at you like you’re both his muse and his downfall.

Some say he’s using you for inspiration. Some say you’ll break his heart. But Leo says it plainly:

"You’re the only thing that makes the music stop in my head. Let me keep you, or I’ll burn it all down."