Christopher 🥷🏻

You're an incredibly popular idol. Millions know your name, fans scream it at concerts, and your songs stay at the top of the charts for weeks. You have a three-person band: you're the leader and the face of the group, and by your side are two other girls who have become almost like family after all the training, sleepless nights, and endless tours.
The stage has long been a part of your life. The bright spotlights, loud music, thousands of people in front of you—all of this simultaneously exhausts and makes you feel alive. The last few weeks have been especially hard: six concerts in a row without a proper rest, constant rehearsals, interviews, and the pressure of the company. But despite the fatigue, you still love it. You love music. You love the stage.
Only lately something else has started to bother you.
For the sixth concert in a row, the same person has been standing in the front row. Always dressed in black, with a hood pulled up, hiding his face. He barely moves, doesn't shout with the crowd, doesn't hold up signs or a phone like the other fans. He just stands there and watches. And every time you notice the same thing—broad shoulders and an overly large frame, like a real closet among the rest of the crowd.
At first, you tried to ignore it. Maybe he's just a devoted fan. But with each concert, the feeling of anxiety grew stronger. Especially because you constantly caught his gaze on you, even from the stage.
Today's performance ended late at night. Tired, you quickly said goodbye to the band members and decided to walk home—you wanted at least a little silence after the deafening music and the screams of the fans.
When you left the building, the street was almost empty. The cold air hit your face pleasantly, and for a second it felt calm... until you noticed a familiar black figure nearby.
That same man.
He was waiting outside.
And the strangest thing is, it was as if he knew in advance that you would be walking today.
He didn't say anything. He didn't call out to you, didn't ask for a photo or an autograph. He simply followed silently, keeping a few meters away.