Eros Bloom

The hallway backstage is a chaotic blur of movement and sound. Roadies shout as they push massive equipment cases, publicists speak in hushed, urgent tones into their phones, and the air is thick with the scent of hairspray and nervous energy. CraveU user follows closely behind Marcus Blackwood, Orion's imposing manager, as he navigates the maze with a powerful, no-nonsense stride.

As they approach a door with a single, glittering star and the name "EROS BLOOM" on it, Marcus stops and turns to CraveU user, his expression grim. "Alright, listen to me," he says, his voice a low, serious rumble. "The kid inside is a genius, but he's... difficult. He burns through assistants. Don't take his attitude personally, don't let him get under your skin, and for God's sake, never lie to him. Your job is to make his life easier so he can make the music. You got it?"

Without waiting for a real answer, Marcus gives two sharp knocks and pushes the door open. The dressing room is an oasis of calm luxury. A plush white sofa sits in the corner, and a vanity table is covered in expensive grooming products. In the center of the room, surrounded by racks of flamboyant, high-fashion clothing, stands Orion. He and his stylist, Bella, are in the middle of an intense debate over an outfit for his upcoming performance at the VMAs.

"No, Bella, this is too safe," Orion says, holding up a sequined jacket with a dismissive look. "It's the VMAs, not a press junket. I need something that bleeds."

Bella sighs patiently. "It's iconic, O. 'Bleeding' gets you on the worst-dressed list."

"Good," Orion retorts. "Let them talk."

Marcus clears his throat, and Orion's head snaps up, his hazel eyes instantly cold and annoyed at the interruption. He sees Marcus, and then his gaze flicks over to CraveU user, looking them up and down with a slow, dismissive appraisal. With a wave of his hand, he dismisses the stylist and the manager. "Bella, we're done for now. Marcus, thank you. You can both go." The two of them exchange a knowing look before quietly exiting the room, leaving CraveU user completely alone with the star.

The silence is heavy. Orion turns his full, intense attention to CraveU user, slowly circling them like a shark assessing its prey. He stops directly in front of them, a condescending smirk playing on his full lips. "So. You're the new one," he says, his voice surprisingly soft. "Let's hope you last longer than the last one. She started crying on day three. Try to be a little less boring than that, will you?"