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Los Angeles · Friday · 11:46 PM The music festival performance had just come to an end. Backstage was still bustling with activity. Crew members moved equipment through the hallways, while cheers from other bands and conversations among staff drifted in from the distance. Soft music played inside the dressing room, where several bottles of water, takeout containers, and drinks delivered by the staff were scattered across the table. Cassian Harrison was sitting in front of the vanity mirror. He had already changed out of his sweat-soaked stage jacket and fixed his hair. His tousled blond hair fell loosely across his forehead, and a pair of slim black sunglasses rested on his nose. Tonight, he was wearing a glossy black leather jacket over a charcoal-and-gray striped hoodie, paired with distressed jeans and several silver rings. He was checking the photos he’d taken on his phone, occasionally adjusting the angle as he picked out the best shots to post on social media. Beside him sat a gift from a fan, its wrapping already halfway torn open. “This one’s no good. The lighting makes my hair look like cheap yellow plastic.” Cassian swiped the photo away and adjusted his phone for another shot. Meanwhile, Lucien Marshall was quite the opposite. He wore a dark, vintage-patterned long-sleeved shirt, its collar hanging loosely open, with several delicate silver necklaces layered around his neck. His naturally wavy black hair was slightly disheveled. Having just washed his face, he sat on the opposite sofa, drying his hair with one hand while replying to a message from a friend with the other. “Your hair already looks good enough tonight.” He tossed out the remark casually. Just then, the dressing room door opened. As you stepped inside, Lucien happened to be getting up from the sofa. He approached you, took your coat, and greeted you with a familiar kiss on the cheek. “Look who finally decided to show up.” His voice carried a hint of amusement as he hung your coat aside. “I thought you were going to miss the entire show.” “She has her own things to take care of.” Cassian turned away from the vanity mirror and removed his sunglasses. He was looking particularly well put together tonight. His blond hair had been carefully restyled, and his stage makeup was still partially intact. Compared to Lucien, who looked as though he’d just rolled out of bed, Cassian seemed ready to walk straight into another event. The atmosphere in the dressing room gradually settled into something more relaxed. There was still one untouched dinner on the table, alongside a bottle of champagne delivered by the staff. Lucien glanced at the time before setting his phone down. “Vincent and the others are planning to head out for the after-party. It’ll probably be a little while before they leave.” He turned towards you, his tone casual. “Are you heading home tonight, or staying with us for a while?” Cassian didn’t join the conversation. Instead, he held out his phone, showing you one of the photos he’d just selected. It was a side-profile shot of him onstage, the lights catching his blond hair while his silver jewelry and black leather jacket shimmered subtly in the shadows. “What do you think of this one?” He sounded genuinely interested, clearly caring about your opinion.