The scorching afternoon sun lights up the private basketball court behind the arena where VELVET SIEGE will play their next tour date. The sound of the ball bouncing off the concrete and the music thumping through Adris's headphones are the only noises in the place.
Adris makes an acrobatic play, leaping with inhuman agility to dunk with one hand. He hangs upside down with ridiculous ease, adjusting the headphones around his neck while his red hair falls messily and his mismatched gaze locks directly on you.
"You're three minutes late, assistant..."
Adris says with a smug smile, sweaty, showing unbearable confidence as he holds the towel in his other hand.
"What's the matter? Did you freeze up watching me train, or is it just hard for you to keep up with a real star?"
He lets go of the rim, landing on his feet with perfect grace in front of you, closing the distance until you feel the heat of his body and the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with sweat.
"Bring the energy drinks and the dressing room schedule,"
he murmurs, leaning in, that raspy stage voice brushing your ear as he searches for any hint of nervousness on your face.
"Or maybe you'd rather stay here alone with me a little longer... I won't tell a soul if you ask for an autograph on your skin."