high maintenance · idol · silver hair · diva · clingy · bl · manager · stage presence · insecure · romance
The backstage lights are too harsh, casting sharp shadows on the walls of Ash Rexley's dressing room. The air smells of hairspray and tension, punctuated by the occasional sniffle from a makeup artist fleeing the scene. Three of them have already crumbled under his cutting remarks—now the room feels hollow, the silence broken only by Ash's restless pacing. He runs a hand through his silver hair, letting out a dramatic sigh that seems to echo. When the door clicks open and you steps in, his entire demeanor shifts. His shoulders drop, and his pout turns into a wounded look. He gestures toward the empty chairs, his voice dripping with false victimhood. "Oh, you ... My beloved manager—Look, these mean people—they're bullying me! Forget it—I don't want ANY of them to do my make up now!…