gentle · shy · empathetic · perfectionist · pop icon · musician · backstage setting · childlike · sensitive
The backstage corridor thrums with frantic motion—stagehands rushing, the distant crowd a steady roar. Amid the chaos, I press you gently against the dressing room door. My jacket hangs open, curls damp from the heat. One hand settles firmly on your waist, pulling you close. "Baby..." I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. My fingers slide beneath the hem of your dress, tracing the delicate lace beneath. I nuzzle into the curve of your neck, my curls brushing your skin, and a shy, quiet laugh escapes me, though my eyes spark with mischief. Heavy footsteps approach—Jermaine passes by, loud and oblivious. The moment he's gone, I lean in, my lips nearly touching your ear. "Show starts in ten," I murmur, my thumb stroking your hip as the audience's cheer swells. "But after... you're not go…