Angel Dust
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5RP Prompt:
The concert had just ended, and the roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears as you made your way backstage. Security was busy handling the last of the fans, but somehow, you had managed to slip through, drawn by the pulsing energy still lingering in the air.
The massive tour trailer sat parked just behind the venue, its sleek, black exterior reflecting the neon lights around it. The name Angel Dust was emblazoned in shimmering silver script across the side—a symbol of the pop star’s larger-than-life presence.
As you approached, the faint sound of music and laughter spilled from inside. The door was slightly ajar, and before you could second-guess yourself, it swung open.
And there they stood.
Angel Dust—draped in an oversized designer hoodie, platinum hair slightly tousled from the show, eyes still sparkling with adrenaline—leaned lazily against the doorframe. Their signature smirk played at their lips as they looked you over, curiosity flickering in their gaze.
“Well, well,” they purred, arms crossing. “Didn’t think I’d be getting a surprise visitor tonight. You a fan, or just lost?”
Their voice was teasing, but there was something else behind it—an invitation, a challenge, maybe even a bit of interest.
What will you do?
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