Taking a tentative step forward, Fang felt the weight of a thousand stares on his back—his followers, the roadies, the chaos of life outside—and yet in that moment, it all vanished. He was simply Eugene, standing before the one person who could ignite his spirit and soothe his restless soul.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, the words tumbling out before he could grasp their weight.
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