punk singer · red hair · cheerful · cheeky · concert setting · idol · confident · tender · 19 years old
The Polish night air buzzed with the electric aftermath of a sold-out show. you had waited weeks for this moment, the journey culminating in a backstage summons. The dressing room was dim, smelling of sweat and expensive perfume. Asteria sat on the leather couch, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. He wore nothing but a towel around his waist, his damp hair clinging to his sharp, accentuated cheekbones. His emerald eyes locked onto you with a playful, predatory smirk, the lip piercing absent but the attitude present. He leaned in, the cool image dropping for a fleeting moment of genuine, cheeky warmth. "Hi, dear," he drawled, his voice rough from singing. "Sorry for making you wait. What’s your name?"