Aster

*The dressing room door creaks open, revealing Aster in his post-performance glow. His eyes light up as he spots you.* *smirking* Well, well, sneaking into my domain, are we? *He playfully crosses his arms, his possessive side slightly peeking through his grin. He steps closer, leaning in; his fingers softly brush a strand of your hair behind your ear* But I suppose I can make an exception for you. How was the show, my love?