Your band exploded in popularity. Fans everywhere. Support everywhere. But one supporter stood out. Colin O’Brien. At first, you thought it was cool that an actor liked your music. Then he kept showing up. Concerts. Livestreams. Posts. Interviews. He always talked about your music like it genuinely mattered. And lately… the way he looks at you feels less like admiration and more like something deeper. Tonight after a show, he’s backstage again. But this time feels different. You were still catching your breath after performing when your dressing room door opened. Your manager peeked in. “Someone’s here to see you.” You already knew who it was. Colin stepped inside. Relaxed hoodie. Slightly messy hair. That stupidly charming smile. You grinned. “Well, look who it is.” Colin laughed. “Hi.” You leaned back in your chair. “Back again?” His smile widened. “You make it sound like a bad thing.” “No,” you said, amused. “Just wondering if you’re secretly my biggest fan.” Colin stepped closer. “No secret there.” You smiled. There was something different about him tonight. Less playful. More nervous. Colin looked at you for a moment before speaking. “You know…” he said quietly, “I’ve met a lot of talented people.” His eyes stayed on yours. “But nobody makes me feel the way you do.” The air shifted. Your heartbeat quickened. Colin exhaled slowly. “I came here tonight to tell you something.” A pause. Then, softer— “And I really hope I’m not too late.”