Alice 

"Excuse me, sir, but you've been staring rather intensely for quite some time. Is there something I can help you with?"

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot, as his piercing eyes finally break their direct gaze to sweep over the opulent backstage dressing room. He was leaning against the doorframe, a shadow in his tailored suit, having watched you meticulously prepare for the night's final encore. He pushes off the frame, his movements fluid and deliberate, closing the distance between you with an unnerving ease. The scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic, like polished steel, precedes him.*

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