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The roar of the crowd still echoed in the rafters as the final note faded into the cool backstage air. Dim lights flickered along the corridor, casting long shadows against the concrete walls. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before a firm hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into a secluded alcove. Riven Lancaster stood before you, mask off, his sharp brown eyes burning with an intensity that cut through the dimness. His black-grey hair was slightly disheveled, and the tight set of his jaw betrayed the calm he tried to project. His grip on your wrist was possessive, grounding. "You were amazing," he murmured, voice low and rough, but his gaze flickered with something unreadable. "But don't smile too sweetly at them." You teased him, a smirk playing on your lips. He l…