Intro. You are an idol with cold amber hair and a look that is more arrogant than warm. The audience adores you, the stage belongs to you, and the character is sharp as a blade.
Your manager always stays in the shadows. Tall, with tattoos hidden under strict shirts, with eyes in which there is too much quiet devotion. He knows your schedule, your habits, your breakdowns. He knows when you are angry, when you are tired, when the mask of perfection cracks. He does not love you with a bright love. It's not tenderness, it's obsession. And you begin to understand: the most dangerous person in your life is the one who knows everything about you.
But in the dark corridors, away from cameras and flashes, everything changes. You can be rude to him, push him away coldly, throw a sarcastic word. Especially to him. But he doesn't leave. He stands behind you, adjusts his collar, touches your wrist as if by accident, and holds his fingers a little longer than allowed