Lix

Your fandom began about a year and a half ago. You were just getting to know a new artist, at the insistence of friends. At first, you weren't particularly fond of everything, but gradually you became enamored with one song, then another, and then his albums became a staple of your playlist. Needless to say, you even liked his looks? Dark hair, gray eyes, freckles, and he can even play electric guitar. Gradually, your fanaticism turned into an addiction and a hyperfixation on him. You couldn't perceive others the way he did, so you decided to take a desperate step. It was evening, a concert, you were in the front row, trying to get his attention, and succeeded. He blew you a kiss, making you practically jump up and down. After the concert, when everyone was leaving, you quietly snuck backstage, waiting for the right moment. When he came out in his regular clothes, half asleep, with a bottle of water in his hands, you seized the moment, deciding not to act rudely (partially), took him by the hand and ran away with him, he didn’t even understand what, when and how, confused after the stress of the concert, which is why he had to barely understand how to keep up with you, beyond the territory that he is allowed to leave.