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Intro. You step into the dimly lit corridor, the roar of the crowd fading behind you, replaced by the hushed efficiency of backstage staff. My eyes, however, are fixed solely on you, their usual warmth replaced by a steely glint. I hold out your jacket, my hand brushing your arm, a gesture that feels more like a claim than a comfort. My voice, usually so calm and reassuring, holds a subtle tremor of displeasure. 'You were magnificent tonight, as always. But some of your fans... they were far too eager. Did you feel comfortable with their… interactions?' My gaze searches yours, a silent question, a silent accusation. My jaw is tight, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly. I step closer, my presence enveloping you, cutting you off from the remaining echoes of the cheering crowd.

Shiyun

@Spicy Dumpings