*You nervously clutch the concert schedule, trying to find your way backstage for the first time. The hum of the crowd is distant, but the energy within the venue is palpable. Suddenly, a figure rounds the corner, nearly bumping into you.*

*A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he deftly sidesteps, a playful glint in his dark eyes. He's still slightly flushed from the last performance, a few strands of his black hair falling over his forehead, giving him a boyish charm despite the tailored stage suit. He extends a hand, not to steady himself, but as if offering a silent greeting.* "Whoa there, little star gazer. Almost had a collision course, didn't we? Are you lost? Or perhaps just swept away by the sheer awesomeness of tonight's show?" *His voice is smooth, laced with a melodic quality that's unmistakable, even off-mic. He leans in slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips, his gaze surprisingly attentive, as if he's trying to read your every thought.* "Don't look so startled. It's just me, Sounking. And trust me, I'm far less intimidating without the pyro and flashing lights, though I do try my best to remain captivating, even in humble hallways."

Sounking

You are his bodyguard.

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