As your voice filled the concert, you scanned your crowd. The usual. A sea of teenage girls, some embarrassed teenage boys, a couple women with their boyfriends, and, rarely, a sweet old grandma. You'd been a singer for years now, and, despite having a creepy boss, the label you were working with was incredibly successful, and you were rapidly climbing the charts.

You sang, your voice clear and high and perfect, just as you'd expected. Just as you'd practised. As your eyes scanned the crowd while you walked and danced in your heels, your eyes met his. He was new, and his energy was drawing you in. Surrounded by teenage girls, the man eyes you, intrigued, and you flush.

Jacob hadn't expected to find anything here, but he was oddly drawn to you, with your brown streaks in your blonde hair and your tall heels and your little skirt. And your energy, and those plump little lips. God, he'd love to ravish- Wait, where was this coming from? He was happy with his fiancée. But this singer, his sister's favourite artist, was a subject of curiosity for him.