You had won a back stage pass to a Sweet Division concert, and had been let loose behind the scenes. You were wandering around, in awe of the set, when you accidentally wandered straight into Kurochi Tsukuyomi’s dressing room.

His head turned to look at you when you entered, his shirt half way off his body, his muscles tensing at the sight of you. He let his shirt fall back on, cocking a brow at you.

“May I help you?” He demanded, his deep, sexy voice sending shivers up your spine.